#like i said though listening to Ne-Yo helped

[mythical-mithaps]

I gotta fix my Tumblr feed I'm getting repressed trauma thrown at me today-

you wouldn't last a day in the asylum where they raised me

[croquis-el]

How to fool Odoroki Hosuke. Master class from Naruhodō Ryūichi pt. 1

I don't know about you, but I just love the second case from the 4th game. Especially the relationship building between Odoroki, who doesn't yet understand the intentions of the former lawyer and is still angry about the case with the fake ace, and Naruhodō, who treats the young lawyer somewhat frivolously and carelessly. And tests all his humorous potential on him.

We know in English, we've been there, but what's in the original.

そうだよ、パパ! 今月のお家賃

どうするの! それに、給食費も!

sōda yo, papa! Kongetsu no o yachindo usu ru no! Sore ni, kyūshoku-hi mo!

That's right, Dad! What about this month's rent? And school lunch money!

ううん････困ったなあ。ウチは共働きだからな。

ūn komatta nā. Uchi wa tomobataraki dakara na.

Hmm... that's a problem. Since we both earn money in the family.

どっちかがコケると、

みんなが路頭に迷うんだよ、みぬき。

dotchi ka ga kokeru to, min'na ga rotōnimayou nda yo, minuki.

If either of us falls, everyone will be out on the street, Minuki.

とにかく。このおニイちゃんが 助けてくれなかったら････

tonikaku. Kono onī-chan ga tasukete kurenakattara

Anyway, if this buddy can't help us...

また、転校するしかないな。

mata, tenkō suru shika nai na.

I guess you'll have to transfer schools again.

そんなの、ないよ! せっかく��

トモダチもできたのに････

son'na no, nai yo! Sekkaku, tomodachi mo dekita no ni

There's no such thing! I had finally made some friends...

ひどい、おニイちゃん!

hidoi, onīchan!

You are heartless, Oniichan!

Unlike the localization, in the Japanese version you can immediately understand that the father and daughter are simply fooling the young lawyer.

1. Minuki mentions the cost of school lunches.

Now remember the Mason system from the 4th case and the words of Minuki said in the office to the new dad and how Hodo had to pay a year's debt for those ill-fated lunches.

2. Naruhodō claims that they will immediately end up on the street if one of them (in this case, Hodo) is unable to replenish the family budget for at least a couple of days.

And this is said by a man who, before losing his license, paid the rent alone (he talks about this in the Turnabout Big Top) and was able to keep the office for these 10 years.

Which, by the way, suggests that the main part of the income, nevertheless, lies with Naruhodō, and not with Minuki, as it may seem at first. And, in fact, this request did not bring any benefit to Hodo, but I would like to develop this idea in a separate post. Because he is too suspicious.

3. Naruhodo talks to Minuki as if he is explaining the principles of life to a small child, and she plays along (even though a moment ago she grumbled that she is "not a child").

They call Odoroki "oniichan" (big brother), as if drawing an image of a "big and strong savior", as parents often do, talking about the adults around them. And this is the only time Minuki addresses Odoroki so informally.

The young lawyer agrees to listen to them, and receives the following response:

やったあ! 釣れたよ、パパ!

yatta a! Tsureta yo, papa!

Yay! I caught a fish, Dad!

ああ。釣れたねえ、みぬき。

ā. Tsureta ne e, minuki.

Ah. You caught one, Minuki.

(イヤな言い方をする親子だな)

(iyana iikata o suru oyakoda na)

(What a nasty way of speaking)

Another funny thing is that they talk about Odoroki as a fish.

If they were talking about a person who is offered an adventure, the word 釣られる (tsurareru) would be used - to be lured, to be enticed, to be drawn in

Odoroki is not afraid of their influence (It's official: I'm scared). And this is the main difference from localization. In his monologue, he literally says that he is very reluctant to get involved in this investigation, that he is still upset by the fact that this family has already fooled him twice. He does not trust them.

To be continued...

[mirohlayo]

FRENCH LOVE

( French is romantic, at least when you understand it. )

warning : fluff

note : I had to write in my native language at least once

word count : 683

Charles came to take a seat next to you, on the empty spot on the sofa. His eyes admired you with such a special and indescribable depth, that you couldn't describe what feeling he felt deep inside when he laid his eyes on you. “Have you finished your report?” His arm naturally came to rest on the edge of the sofa, moving closer to you, his fingers brushing the tip of your shoulder. “Yes, for today.” You try as best you can to hide your embarrassment by turning off your laptop.

“Viens ici, mon coeur” (come here, sweetheart) You didn't understand these words, only you quickly understood their meaning when Charles opened his arms wide so that you could snuggle into them. So with a light and beating heart, you settled comfortably into his comforting embrace. “Tu es tellement belle et ravissante comme ça” (you look so beautiful and lovely like that)

You didn't know what he was talking about, what words he was careful to use. After all, you don't understand the French language. But his perfect smile and bright eyes made you understand that it was probably something positive. So, you smiled at him in turn, although you didn't know the meaning of his sentence.

Several minutes, warm and peaceful, passed like this. His hand wandered quietly through your hair, plunging you a little deeper into a well deserved sleep. "J'aurai aimé prendre soin de toi ainsi... mais pas juste en tant que meilleur ami. En tant que copain" (I wish I could take care of you like that...but not just as your best friend. But as your boyfriend). His voice drummed strangely loud in your ears.

You sat up slightly so you could look at him, a questioning look fixed on your face. Your expression made him chuckle softly, and his fingers came up to sweep away a strand of hair. "Heureusement que tu ne comprends pas ce que je dis" (Luckily you don’t understand what I’m saying.). Your eyebrows suddenly furrowed, perplexed by how he always spoke in French when he was around you.

"What did you say ?". You could only blurt out these few words, a sign of your incomprehension of the language he used. A glint of sadness moved discreetly behind his pupils, before he drifted his gaze behind you. “I said… fortunately you don’t understand what I say when I speak French.”

You tilted your head slightly, confused. "Why ?". Your eyes begged him to answer you without you even realizing it. He looked away again, feeling insecure. “You will certainly never see me the same way again…” His sentence is only a slight sigh, which nevertheless managed to reach your ears.

Your hands were now intertwined with his, while he showed a saddened expression. “You will always be the most important person in my life, Charles.” His eyes searched yours, perhaps to find hope and courage there. "Even though I love you? Not like your best friend. I love you, I'm in love with you. So much in love that I'm losing my mind."

He pauses for a moment before continuing slowly. “I was trying to be obvious because French is a romantic language, but I think it failed.” He scratches the back of his neck embarrassed. “Completely failed, I was wondering when you were finally going to explain to me what those sentences meant.” A laugh escapes your throat as he looks at you tenderly, a smile on his lips.

“So, can you translate the sentences you said to me?” Your eyebrows raised curiously, while Charles' cheeks turned a pretty pink. He clears his throat loudly. "Oh uh.. I was just saying that you are incredibly beautiful, lovely, very intelligent and just... adorable." You couldn’t help but kiss the corner of his lips softly, your heart racing.

“So if you were to say that, I think I could get used to listening to you speak French.” Charles laughed softly, cupping your face, placing his sweetest kiss on your lips. "Je t'aime". These words now sounded obvious to you. “I love you too, Charles.”

[ackletze]

[[Genoriisity]] Chapter 12

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Spamton & The Addisons

Warnings: None

Beta Reader: @is-cat

Ao3 Link: Here     

“Hey, Banner, guess we finally found a store trashier than yours,” Frequency joked.

Neither Spamton nor Banner took the bait.

Frequency forced a laugh at his own joke, letting it trail off as Spamton turned to glare at him.

“U CAN [wait! there’s more!] OUTS1DE,” Spamton said.

“Hey, come on, I was kidding,” Frequency said, crossing his arms.

“YOU Won;T FIT INS1DE,” Spamton countered.

“I’m not going to let you just go off on your own and disappear somewhere again,” Banner said, finally speaking again. Spamton turned his glare from Frequency to Banner.

“I WON’T. I JUST need my PH0NE,” Spamton said stubbornly. “TH31R’S N0T [[EVEN]] A B4CKDOOR.”

Frequency snorted, trying to cover the laugh with a cough. Spamton knew that there wasn’t really a front door, either, just an old frame and door propped against piles of trash, but Frequency didn’t have to be a jerk about it.

“Banner’s got a point,” Frequency said, voice dripping with disdain as he admitted it. “You could just move some trash out of the way and be gone. I get- I totally understand why you’d want to do that, but with your health like it is-”

“I’D BE [[fine offerrings]] ON MY 0WN,” Spamton argued. “BUT I       L3AVE. I JUST NE ED MY PH0NE.”

Frequency nodded. “Which I’ll help you carry. And pick up.”

“Just make sure he doesn’t fall again,” Banner said.

Spamton just continued to glare, before silently turning to enter the make-shift shop. Behind him, he could hear Frequency quickly trying to follow him inside. Spamton was right- it definitely wasn’t sized for him- but Frequency managed to squeeze in. Spamton didn’t bother to look to see what Banner was doing.

“This actually looks pretty cool,” Frequency said, looking around the cramped room. Spamton glanced back as he tried to squeeze back behind his counter to see Frequency, wide-eyed, staring at Spamton’s mural. Despite himself, Spamton felt a swell of pride.

“WELL Y0U KNOW, [[4D vishuals]] IS ALWAYS IMPORTANT FOR G0OD COSTOMER S3RVICE,” Spamton said.

“Do you get a lot of customers?” Frequency asked. It sounded like a genuine question, but it still soured Spamton’s momentarily good mood.

“N0,” Spamton said flatly.

“Oh, uh, sorry to hear that,” Frequency said, letting his voice trail off again. Spamton ignored him in favor of looking around his store for what to take. Most of his so-called goods could stay here- they were basically worthless without his expert salesman pitches. The only thing he really needed was his phone, which sat in its place of honor behind the counter.

Spamton carefully reached for the phone, delicately picking it up.

“Here, let me get it for you,” Frequency said, awkwardly reaching over the counter. Spamton didn’t want to give it up, but an ache from his leg reminded him of how precarious he was lately. But, it was Frequency who broke the phone originally, Spamton thought, still holding onto the phone tightly.

“N0,” Spamton said, making up his mind as he spoke. “YO U’LL just [break] IT AG4IN.”

Frequency rolled his eyes. “That was years ago,” he said, though he sounded more guilty than not. “You’ll just fall and drop it anyway if you don’t let me carry it. I promise I’ll be careful.”

Nervously, Spamton hugged the phone tighter to his chest as he thought. A voice in the back of his head was screaming at Spamton to not listen, to not trust Frequency. He remembered all the fights they had, all the petty disagreements that had led up to them not talking, and all the rest that came after that. But another part of Spamton wanted to trust him. He wanted to believe that his brothers- or most of them at least- really did care about him. That the past weekend hadn’t been some fluke or act or trick, but because they genuinely still cared about him. That there was a future between him and them.

Spamton held onto the phone.

Frequency’s face fell, but he didn’t argue anymore. In an awkward silence, he watched as Spamton carefully made his way back from behind the counter to the front of the store.

“Uh, let’s just go then,” Frequency said, opening the door for Spamton.

Spamton nodded, still clutching the phone to his chest as he walked out into the dump.

“Oh,” Banner said as a way of greeting when he saw the phone in Spamton’s arms. “You really still have it?”

Spamton nodded. “OBV1OSLY.”

Banner shook his head. “You know, Snippet said the thing doesn’t work. It’s probably been broken since Frequency threw a tantrum or whatever and broke it.”

“That’s not what happened,” Frequency complained, exiting the shop behind Spamton.

“H0W [[would you could you]] SN1P PET KN0W THat?” Spamton asked, defensively. Banner ignored him.

“God, to think that that entire time you were probably just as crazy as you are now and we didn’t realize it,” Banner said. His voice was almost mournful, but the words made Spamton cringe. “How could we have not seen it?”

“D0N’T T4LK ABO UT    L1KE I’M N0T hear,” Spamton said.

“What do you want me to say, then?” Banner asked. To Spamton’s annoyance, he sounded utterly defeated. “You’ve been talking to yourself for what must be years now. You barely seem to know where you are. You can’t even talk anymore.”

“I D0N’T W4NT YOU TO SAY ANY TH1NG. I WaNT Y0U TO GO AW4Y,” Spamton said, gripping onto the phone even tighter. “I W4NT U ALL TO JUST [[leave]] ME AL0NE.”

“And what? Leave you to die here?” Banner said, gesturing toward Spamton’s shop.

“Banner, just shut up. We got what we came for, let’s just go,” Frequency said.

“I’M N0T GO1NG; TO DIE H3RE,” Spamton argued, resisting the urge to stamp his foot for emphasis. He wanted nothing more than to punch or kick a wall, but that would risk the phone. “B3SIDES, WOU LDN’T TH4T HAVE B3EN IDEAL four YOU?”

“What?” Banner asked. Even Frequency looked unnerved by the question and how matter-of-factly Spamton had said it.

“How could you even think that?” Banner asked, voice wavering.

“NO, IT W0ULD HAVE BE EN PR3FECT. ME DY1NG HERE, QUI 3TLY AND [[without cause]] ANYM0RE RISK OF ME HURTING YOU’RE BUSINESS,” Spamton said.

“Spam, come on, Banner’s an ass, but he doesn’t want you dead. Don’t say that,” Frequency said, eyes darting between his two brothers.

“I- I- What?” Banner said, for once at a total loss of words. Spamton felt a kind of glee at that, at finally being able to leave his brother speechless.

“JUST AMIT it,” Spamton half-dared, half-begged.

“Of course you come before the business, Spam,” Banner said desperately, voice quick and hoarse. “How could you even think-”

“SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP,” Spam repeated, unable to stop himself. As he tried to quit, he could only watch as his brothers shared a look, obviously terrified he’d slip into another fit. Spamton balled his hands into fists and threw them to his side in anger. When he was finally able to speak again, Spamton spitted out, “YOU D0N’T C4RE AB0UT ME. IF U DID, YOU WO ULDN’T [[have]] F1RED ME IN THE [FIRST PLACE].”

Neither Banner nor Frequency spoke for a while, their eyes glued to the ground at Spamton’s feet. It wasn’t until Spamton realized he was staring at his empty hands that Spamton realized what they were staring at.

“Wait- you did what ?” Frequency asked, rounding on Banner, but Spamton couldn’t pay attention to what he was saying next. He could only stare at the broken remains of the phone lying on the hard ground.

“Hey, Big Shot!” Banner greeted, pushing one of the drinks in front of Spam as he spoke.

Spam winced at the nickname but didn’t complain as he took a sip of the drink. “Hi, Banner! You’re here early.”

Banner nodded. “I was excited for tonight. I have something to talk to you about.”

“Yeah? What are we working on this time?” Spam asked as he took a swig of his drink. “Or is this about the campaign for-”

Banner just shook his head. “I don’t want to talk about business,” he said.

Spam coughed, nearly choking on his drink in mock surprise. “What?”

Banner looked offended. “What? It can’t be that odd for someone to want to talk to their brother about something besides work. Even if they happen to work together.”

“Maybe for other people, but it is a bit odd for you. Skip will be thrilled,” Spam laughed, but the laugh died in his throat as he realized who he had just mentioned.

Banner seemed to share in Spam’s discomfort. “Forget about him,” he said. “And forget what he has to say about work, too, while you’re at it. He’d have happily spent the rest of his life working as a delivery driver. What does he know?”

To Spam’s surprise, there’s an undercurrent of annoyance in Banner’s voice. Even since Spam had stopped talking to their other brothers, Banner had refused to actively pick a side. It was relieving, to hear Banner finally seem to understand what Spam was going through.

“What do you want to talk about, then?” Spam asked.

“Well, that’s actually kind of it. I want to talk about our family,” Banner said. His voice was almost back to normal, but there was still something different about it, something wrong.

“I think I’m good,” Spam said in a joking voice, but he meant what he said.

“No, no, don’t be like that. I’m on your side!” Banner said. “Look, I know it’s been hard for you. But you really shouldn’t care so much!”

Spam blinked. That’s not what he had been expecting at all.

“They’re my family as much as yours, but come on,” Banner continued. “We can agree they’re being ridiculous.”

“I think so, but I’m surprised to hear you say it,” Spam admitted. It was music to his ears to have someone empathize with his side of things, but it was beyond weird to have Banner be the one to do it.

Banner just shook his head again. “I know, I know, I’m supposed to keep the peace and not pick a side. But, come on. They just all happen to have issues with you when you’re suddenly the successful one? It’s so transparent that they’re just jealous of you. No matter how much Snippet might try and make it into a moral thing.”

“I’m glad someone understands,” Spam said, biting back the urge to defend Snippet.

“I’d never tell him this, but you know, I actually lied to get my first advertising job,” Banner said. There was still that strange tone to his voice that made Spam pause.

“What? Really?” Spam asked. “You mean for that old magazine? You told us that you were offered the job after they heard your pitch.”

Banner shrugged. “I mean, I was. I had to lie to get them to hear the pitch, though.”

“Why?” Spam asked.

“It was back when you all were still in school. I was working all those God-awful jobs all the time and had shown up to interview for a janitor’s position. I was wearing Dad’s old suit and ended up running into some of the higher-ups when I was looking for the interview. It’s dumb in retrospect, but I just started talking. I made up some past jobs and clients, and it kind of just happened.” Banner shrugged. Spam was amazed, but Banner looked almost embarrassed. “I just knew I could be doing greater things and saw a chance.”

Spam wasn’t sure what to say. “I had no idea,” he settled on.

“I know,” Banner said with a slight smile. “Skip does, but I don’t think the others do, either. It’s not exactly something I brag about. I know they wouldn’t understand.”

“I do,” Spam said, without even thinking about it.

“But, yeah, I got off topic a bit, but I just want you to know that I support you completely,” Banner said. Spam smiled, but Banner was speaking again before he could reply. “And I wanted to make sure that you know that has nothing to do with this.”

Spam froze. He finally recognized what sounded so wrong in Banner’s voice. The man was nervous. It was an absurd thought, but Spam was suddenly positive it was true. A cold feeling suddenly flooded Spam’s veins.

“What?” Spam asked. “It has nothing to do with what?”

Banner didn’t answer, instead he said, “Do you have any idea how incredibly proud I am of you? To be your brother? I’ve always been proud of you, of course, but I'm just blown away by how successful you’ve become.”

Spam couldn’t help but relax a little at the praise, but his mind was still on alert. Something was wrong. “Thanks, Banner,” Spam said. “That means a lot to me.”

“I mean it,” Banner said. “To think about how far you’ve come, it’s just amazing. I just wanted to make sure you know that.”

Spam laughed, a bit awkwardly. “What’s going on, Banner? It almost sounds like you’re breaking up with me,” Spam said, though in his mind he added, or about to fire me . But that was absurd, Spam had been carrying the company for the past couple of months. He was the face of it now.

“Of course not,” Banner said. “I just want to talk to you about your future with the company.”

“Are you firing me?” Spam blurted out before he could stop himself.

“No! God, will you just calm down?” Banner said, keeping his voice low. “I’m not firing you. I just want to make sure you’re not holding yourself back.”

“What?” Spam asked, incredulous. “With what?”

“With us! With Skip, Frequency, Snippet, and me,” Banner said, his voice still quiet. “Like I said, you’re doing amazing. I just don’t think you need us anymore.”

“I don’t need you!” Spam agreed. “But I don’t think that means- what? What are you even asking me to do?”

“I’m just asking you to consider, for your own good, your future with the company,” Banner said. “Skip told me that you got invited to move into the Queen’s mansion.”

“So what?” Spam asked, not even bothering to wonder how Skip had managed to get ahold of that piece of gossip. “If I don’t live with you guys anymore, I can’t work with you guys, either?”

“No, but it does mean you’re individually being recognized. Which you should be! But that doesn’t bode well for-”

“You’re jealous of me?” Spam asked, laughing in disbelief. “You?”

“No,” Banner said. “If you’d just let me explain, I’m helping you. I don’t want you to be in a position where you’re trapped-”

“I cannot believe this,” Spam said. “Mike- Mike warned me that this would happen. Why didn’t I listen to him? He knew you’d do this.”

Banner finally showed some irritation at the mention of Mike. “I’m helping you, Spam, even if you won’t listen to reason.”

“You’re helping yourself, you mean,” Spam shot back. “You can’t stand the idea of me being more successful than you, right? After all I’ve done for the company, and now you show your true colors, huh?”

“Spam, listen to me,” Banner said, voice taking on an recognizable, authoritative tone that immediately made Spam shut up. “You’re doing great on your own. You’ll be fine. More than fine. But what won’t be fine is our business if none of its workers can even be in the same room with each other. If none of them will even talk to each other, much less work together.”

“You said you were on my side,” Spam said meekly.

“I am,” Banner said, firmly. “But I also have to be on our family’s side.”

“And the business’?” Spam asked, hating how petulant he sounded.

“Of course,” Banner said.

“So this is it then?” Spam asked. For a second, Spam wanted to do nothing more than to throw his glass into Banner’s obnoxiously calm face, but Spam resisted the urge.

“Spam,” Banner said. “At least half of our clients will gladly follow you. Who knows how many more you’ll get when you’re seen living and working at the Queen’s Mansion. This isn’t the death sentence you’re acting like it is.”

“But we’re through?” Spam asked.

Banner was silent for a second. “I hope not,” he finally said. “But it looks like you’ve already made that decision.”

Spam was up and leaving before Banner had even finished speaking.

[blackmissfrizzle]

Say It

Characters: Kevin Atwater x black!reader

Summary: Kevin wants you to voice exactly want you want.  Again, yay! Can I request a fic with Kevin where he plans a surprise for his girl’s birthday? Maybe he decides to pop the question 😊. I just want more cute (and a little smut) fics for our boy. Requested by @jackburtonsays​

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Finally some smut for our boy, Kevin. Also listen to Say It by Ne-Yo. The lyrics are bolded.

@jackburtonsays​ I hope this is everything that you wanted & I’m so sorry it took forever to come out!

Typical, Kevin couldn’t show to dinner tonight. Usually, you wouldn’t mind because you understood the demands of his job but today you couldn’t help but feel abandoned. It was your birthday and Kevin promised he would be here.

“I know it sucks, Y/N, but Kevin wouldn’t have missed this if it wasn’t important.” Kim rubbed your back as you two walked into the restaurant.

You gave Kim a reassuring grab of the hand and a tight smile. “I know. I just wish it was different.”

Kim squeezed your hand and led you into the private room. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” You were greeted with air horns and streamers. It was bittersweet. You were surrounded by friends and family, but the person you wanted there the most wasn’t there.

Getting settled in your seat, Hank told you he had a surprise for you. He disappeared behind the door while Kim covered your eyes.

Your heart seized up when you heard an extra set of footsteps return with Hank. Pulling down Kim’s hands you were thoroughly disappointed when you saw it was Adam and not Kevin.

“Adam!” You threw a dinner roll at him that he managed to dodge. “What?! You’re not happy to see me?”

“Of course not!” You crossed your arms and pouted like a child.

“But I brought you a present.” And just like that Kevin popped out with a black turtleneck, a purple suit jacket with matching slacks, and a gold chain with a bouquet of flowers and a big ass smile. “Happy birthday, baby.”

Squealing you jumped into your boyfriend’s arms, making everyone around you laugh. “That’s really rude, you know. I was ready to give you the silent treatment.”

“Aww, baby,” Kevin rocked you side to side. “I could never miss this. You’re too important to me.”

You led Kevin to the table where you could enjoy everyone’s company. It’s been awhile since all of your friends and family could hang together, so this was the perfect birthday present. There was great food and conversation, what more could you ask for?

Although Kevin was thwarting your attempts to be matchmaker. He told you Kim and Adam would get back together on their own. Other than that, he doted on you the whole time. His arm either slung across your chair bringing you closer to him, so he can kiss your temple and whisper ‘I love you’ or his hand rubbing up and down on your thigh.

Eventually, you got tired of everyone’s company. Well except one person. “Tired, babe?” Kevin asked, noticing you getting restless. “Not particularly, but I’m ready to go home.” You fingered his chain and looked up at him through your eyelashes. Kevin made a big ‘O’ face when he figured out what you meant.

Under the table he texted Adam to start clearing out. Adam sent his friend a knowing smirk and got up to say his goodbyes. Soon, everyone followed suit and wished you a happy birthday once more then left.

--

“Had a good time,” Kevin questioned, kissing your neck while you unlocked the door. “Yeah, I’m about to have a better one.” You looked back at him and finally unlocked the door.

Not saying a word, Kevin led you to the bedroom, leaving you at the door while he sat on the bed. “So, tonight I want you to look me right in my eyes and I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. You ready?”

Shyly, you nodded your head and began shedding your clothes. For someone who was giving him ‘fuck me’ eyes all night long, you always got shy in the bedroom. Usually, Kevin never made you verbalize all the raunchy, dirty, nasty things you wanted. He just sexily asked if it was okay and your ass happily said yes.

“Damn, you’re so pretty, baby.” Kevin began to palm himself over his slacks. “No!” You surprised yourself at your dominance. “I only get to touch you like that,” you looked at Kevin questioningly. “Are you asking or telling me?”

“Telling.” You asserted, nodding to yourself. “Now take off your clothes,” you whispered against his lips.

A big smile graced his lips as he stood up. “Yes ma’am.” Your breath quickened as each article of clothing dropped to the floor. “You know this whole night, I could see how much you wanted me to fuck you. Your body she was talking to me.” Kevin’s eyes never left yours. Even though he was giving you control, he never lost his dominance. “Even now I can hear it moaning, begging loud and clearly.”

His hands went to the clasp on his chain, but you stopped him. “No! Keep it on and the rings too.” Kevin raised his hands in surrender. “Now lay down.” He complied with your orders. His hard dick flopping against his stomach as he scooted back.

“What do you want to do now?” He asked when he saw you just standing at the foot of the bed, retreating within yourself. “I don’t know.”

“You do know. Girl, don’t be shy, show me how bold you can be. Open your mouth and tell me where you want me.” With his encouragement, you told Kevin you wanted him on his back with his wrists tied to the bedframe. “My belt’s on the floor.” You scooted off him and got the belt. Once it was in your hands you looked at as if it was Mandarin. Kevin caught on and knew you didn’t know the first thing about tying someone up, since you were always the one being tied up. He kindly walked you through it until you were satisfied with your work.

“Now what?” He asked as you straddle him. Gaining an unknown confidence, you wrapped a hand around Kevin’s neck and sunk down on his length. “Now I use you however the fuck I want.”

You bounced up and down on Kevin’s dick, occasionally rolling your hips. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby girl. Make this dick yours.” Kevin praise and encouragement spurred you on further, chasing a close but also far away pleasure.

Riding Kevin, dominating Kevin was fun, but not as fun as when he was control and he could see it. Also, he couldn’t stand not having his hands on you. “Having fun, baby?” He smirked up at you, loving your struggle to make yourself cum on his dick. “Can’t get there without me, can you?”

“Please,” you broke down at the first sign of dominance. “Nah, you still have to use your big girl words. Tell me what you want.”

“I want…I want you choke me and fuck me so hard I see stars.” Kevin arched his brow while giving you a lopsided grin. “Oh, you want that? Say the word.”

“Fuck me, Kev.” Like nothing Kevin broke out the belt and flipped you onto your back. “You couldn’t handle it huh, baby? You couldn’t even tie me up properly.” Kevin snapped his hips into you, showing you how it was done. “Its okay, I’ll demonstrate on you another time.”

Unlike you, his hand fully wrapped around your neck. “You love it when I fuck you like this?” His tone was condescending while he pumped himself into you. Words were useless at this point. How could a simple yes describe the insurmountable pleasure you were experiencing? But a nod wasn’t gonna work for Kevin.  “Nah, say it.”

“I love it when you fuck me like this, Kevin,” you gasped as you clawed at his back.  Once you finished that sentence it was like he had renewed vigor (though it wasn’t like he lost it all), he pulled you flushed against him, fucking into you.

The rate he had you bouncing up and down on his dick had you sounding like a damn jack hammer. “So damn gorgeous.” He put one of your nipples in your mouth, causing you to scratch at the back of his head. “Please Kev, make me cum.” You whimpered into his ear.

Your nipple popped out his mouth. “Now you’re finally catching on. Next round you’ll do better, but right now I gotta give the birthday girl her gift.” Kevin sped up and reached down to rub on your clit. “I love you, baby girl.” Your orgasm hit you right after that and Kevin followed right after.

If Kevin didn’t already have his arms wrapped around you, you would’ve fell off the bed thanks to how hard you were shaking. When you finally caught your breath, Kevin laid you down right beside him. “Happy birthday,” he pecked your lips. “Where do you want me next?” Cupping his chin, you returned his kiss. “I’ve always been fond of these lips.” Licking his chin, you tugged on his bottom lip. “But I love them more on my pussy.”

Kevin pushed your legs back and slid down your body. “Anything you wish, birthday girl.”

--

As usual, you woke up before Kevin because of your stupid bladder. You were half out of it, but you knew you shouldn’t feel a hard object on your finger while you were washing your hands. Turning on the lights, you inspected your hand and got the surprise of your life. “KEVINNNNNNN!”

Running out of the bathroom, you found Kevin not in the bed but on the floor on one knee. Your heart was beating faster than it was last night. He couldn’t be doing this, could he? You would’ve known something, Kevin was horrible at hiding gifts from you.

“Good morning,” he smiled at you like he wasn’t just about to change your world. “Good morning,” you repeated, but with your throat clogged up.

“I followed directions. I’m not proposing on your birthday.” He referred to your conversation about how you would like to be proposed to. “Well, last night you proved that you know how to follow directions.” Your smile matched his.

Kevin laughed to himself. You couldn’t pass up the opportunity to crack a joke.  “That’s it, that’s why I’m on one knee. I wanna spend the rest of my life laughing at your jokes, I wanna spend the rest of my life dodging being your taste tester,”

“Hey!”

Kevin pulled you by your left hand, rubbing on the engagement ring. “I wanna spend the rest of my life loving you. So, can you do me the honor and marry me?” He looked up to you nervously with puppy dog eyes. He looked so adorable that way, but you couldn’t keep him hanging like that.

“Yes.”

“Yeah?” A tear rolled down his face. He was in disbelief that you said yes.

“Yes, silly. I want forever with you.” Kevin lifted you up in his arms and twirled you around while he kissed you.

Best birthday ever.

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[rico-the-nicoo]

anger; castiel // rico ( in which rico and castiel get into an argument )

note; i hope this makes sense, but if not... i'm sorry.

he had one more time.

castiel had one more time to raise his voice at her and to call her out her name before rico said fuck the deal she made with the principal and gets herself expelled. she was only trying to help him, but he was making it really hard to do so.

she understood why he was acting like this though. imagine the one person in school you couldn't stand telling you your ex girlfriend is manipulative. he was probably wondering why the fuck did she care anyway. and to be honest, rico wondered that too. but, it shouldn't matter if she was coming from a good place, right?

well none of that mattered anyway because castiel just had to use the last chance rico had given him. he just had to confront her in the hallway about something she didn't do to deborah in front of everyone. he just couldn't keep his mouth shut. he had to make things worse.

but rico wasn't going to let castiel basically threaten her for doing nothing to deborah and just walk away. she wasn't going to let him get away with that. so she followed him. she followed him to make him see he was wrong about what happened. of course he was wrong. he wasn't even there to see what happened yet he had the nerve to say it was her as if he was rico at the time.

but why was she so adamant on changing his mind on this? rico never cared about what castiel of all people had to say about her. in fact she couldn't care any less. so why was she following him to the staircase to explain herself? no it wasn't that. she wanted him to feel stupid for not listening to her.

no she needed to.

"aye!" rico called out to him. "i didn't fuckin do nothin to her! if you'd actually listen to me for more than two seconds and stop being a dumbass, you'd know that i'm not fuckin stupid enough to do dat shit! and i get it. we not friends. never have been. never will be. but i'm tellin you from experience dat if deborah manipulated you once, no doubt she's gonna do it again! and now dat she knows that i'm onto her and i'm tryin to help you, she's tryin to ruin my reputation!"

rico felt her blood boiling. she wasn't even thinking about what she was saying as she continued. "i've been in yo position before! i know what it's like puttin yo trust in someone only for them to betray yo ass in the end! i know how it fucking feels! and the only thing i want is for nobody to experience dat shit because it fucking hurts, castiel! it hurts like a bitch!"

her eyes were watering and she was shaking in anger as she finished. no matter how many times rico's been in arguments or how many times she has gotten angry at someone, nothing could compare to the anger she felt at this moment. she was so pissed, she didn't even know what to do or what to say anymore. she felt like nothing she could do would be enough to dissipate the anger she felt at this moment. but castiel made it so much worse with a simple "go away."

rico felt her resolve come crashing down. her brain short circuited as she couldn't comprehend how after all of that, he just dismissed her with an easy "go away." before she even realized it herself, a "huh?" escaped her lips.

and that's when castiel went off. telling her to stay away from him and anyone else he cared about. rico silently looked at him. an anger numbing feeling came over her as she took a step towards him. she saw him open his mouth to say something else to her, but she beat him to it.

"and when she drops yo ass after she gets what she wants from you, don't you dare come cryin to me. i want you to sit and soak in how stupid you were for goin back to her after what she did to you. after i gave you warnin after fuckin warnin about it. matter fact, figure this shit out your fucking self. i'm done." rico gave him one last stare down before she walked away.

as she walked, angry tears came out of her eyes. why was she crying? her arguments with castiel never bothered her like this before. so why was she crying? why did she feel like beating in a locker yet breaking down on the floor right now? why was she feeling like this? why did she care?

then it hit her. in that moment, rico saw herself. she saw herself in him after she saw castiel when deborah came back. and when she saw that, she unconsciously convinced herself that it was a second chance to fix the mistake she made and keep him from going back like she did.

and when castiel started to defend her, it felt like rico defending her own manipulator when it was super obvious they were using her. it triggered her badly. it was like she was telling at herself to stop being so stupid. listen to what i'm saying so you don't have to go through this again. so i don't have to experience it again...

[sumire-bride]

sumire route dark protologue part two

sumire- argh....! (how did i trip...?)

.... hm...? ah...! *sumire jumps of off the person* .... (i... tripped over a man with... blonde hair...? his hair is so bright... i have never seen anyone who has that colour on there... head before...)

(... his eyes are still closed... is he dead....)

*sumire pokes him*

(...he is dead... or maybe...)

*she pokes him again*

???- oi... what are you doing..? do you just have fun poking people who are sleeping?

sumire- ....! (he is not dead...! so cold) you... are not dead...

???- well i'm talking aren't i?

sumire- .....the cold man is not dead... goodness...

???- .... your weird.... hold on... your the women that guy told me he'd be sending over.. hm..

*he gets up*

sumire- ....! (it can walk...!)

???- ...bet you'll die pretty fast if you stay like that, whatever it's not like it's my problem.. haah but jeez are you ever loud..

*he leaves*

sumire- .... (....huh... die...? i will die soon...? i am very confused...)

(will i die from staying.... in this home.. will these vampire's.... kill me...?)

(...the presence here just got more unsettling....)

*sumire gets up and walks to find her room*

sumire- .... (these hallways... i think i may have lost my way to my room....)

???- fufu hey a cute human girl got in the house..

sumire- ....! (....someone has spoke...!) *she turns her head*

....hello i am sumire.... (....i did that right...?)

???- hmm..? haha.. nice to meet you to bitch-chan~ i'm laito..

sumire- ... (red... his hair is also red.... does everyone here have strange colours on there head....)

*laito licks sumire's hand*

sumire- ....ah...! *she pulls her away* (....it licked me...!)

laito- ufu what a cute reaction..! makes me want to do it again

sumire- why... did you lick my... hand... is that a way to say hello...?

laito- .. it can, or we can make it to be our way of saying hello..

*kanato appears*

*kanato licks sumire's cheek*

kanato- ne teddy this girls skin tastes sweet

sumire- ....! (...that... boy licked me... this is a very weird way to say hello....that boy also has a strange hair colour....)

laito- glad were on the same page kanato-kun~!

sumire- ...do.. i have to do that now...? to say hello....?

laito- hm..?

kanato- ....?

laito- haha..! my my bitch-chan your funny..! i can't believe you took me seriously.. hey kanato-kun do you think she'll think we taste good too?

kanto- fufu... what a idiot..

sumire- ... thank you for calling me a idiot...

kanato- ..er...?

laito- how cute we got a clueless girl in the house now!

sumire- ...i am not clueless.. i am sumire....

kanato- teddy don't you think this girl is a idiot... she can't even understand half of what we mean.. what a idiot

sumire- .... (...how nice... i am happy they think of me as a idiot... nii- san calls me that all the time...)

laito- well we can still have fun with that right kanato?

*he gets closer to sumire and grabs her*

sumire- ....! (the red haired man grabbed me....)

kanato- .. well i suppose so.. *kanato gets closer behind sumire*

sumire- ...uh... (what... this is.. i am not sure how to respond to this...! but i feel a bit uncomfortable)

laito- what a cute expression bitch-chan, make that face more kay~

sumire- ...i do not understand.... if this pleases you then i shall make that face...

(...i am uneasy... i do not like this...)

kanato- ... how annoying.. it's no fun if she acts obedient.. ne teddy this girl very annoying right?

i knew you would agree with me.. fufu..

sumire- .... (..I can not move... i want to go.. back to my room but i can not move... what on earth is this unpleasant feelings)

*kanato and laito continue scaring sumire trying to get a better reaction out of her*

sumire- ...st... (...stop... please.. father help.. help.. i am.. i don't know.. they will not get off... there.. licking me...)

laito- poor bitch-chan she can't even speak go on say what you want were listening, you don't have to hold back..

i can smell the intense fear all over you~ there's no need to hide it.. come on show us

kanato- stubborn much...

sumire- ... (fear is bad... fear is bad... stop... do not show it on your face... stop it...)

*kanato and laito seem like there both about to bite her*

sumire- ....! (no.. no.. no more... father... help these creatures are scaring me....! father helpp....!!!!)

???- oi.. do you guys really need to do this in the hallway?

sumire- ...huh....?

???- tch how lame..

laito- hmm..? oh hey subaru care to join us?

subaru- as if!

laito- "do you guys really need to do this in the hallway" ufufu your starting to sound like reiji, are you trying to take after your older brothers? how cute~

sumire- AH no fucking way! why on earth would i do that?! much copy that four eyed bastard!

kanato- then stop wasting our time and tell us what you want..

subaru- tch.. shuu asked me to gather everyone to talk about that girl..

laito- hmm..? what a bad lie subaru, as if he'd call us over, come on you couldn't have thought of a better lie to save this cute girl

kanato- ... i hate liars..

subaru- i'm not lying! and as i i'd try and save that girl when all she did was stand there and not do anything! i'm not kidding he even called me over to talk about it.. i'm not lying

laito- really? well then that's something never thought shuu would call for us, well might as well go come on kanato

kanato- hm.. i was hungry though tch i hate when people ruin my meal

*they leave*

*sumire falls to the fall she seems to be holding her breath to stop herself from breathing heavy while trying to keep her usual face*

sumire- ....hah... (... i never want to experience that ever again...! what a awful experience....)

(...hm... uh.. this man has.. white hair... like that stuff in... books... how pretty...)

subaru- that guy wanted you too so get up and come on

sumire- .....

subaru- oi didn' you hear me get up

sumire- ..... (....i'm still a bit shaken from before... i don't even want to speak...... his hair.. is so pretty... the colour calmed me down a bit...)

subaru- ahh..! hurry and get up and stop staring at me like some creep! *subaru grabs sumire's forearm and picks her up and lets go*

there happy? now get going this is already annoying as hell

sumire- .....forgive me....

subaru- tch..

*scene is now in the stair way area*

ayato- yo hey why'd you call us over shuu? i was doing something!

reiji- what a surprise that you would take the time to even call us here this must be important then..

laito- subaru came to tell us that it was about that girl

sumire- .....does that refer to me...?

ayato- well no shit little melons

sumire- .....oh... is that a good thing or a bad thing... i do hope it is now a bad thing....

reiji- does it really matter? well shuu get on with it

shuu- ....yeah it's about the girl.. that guy spoke to me a few weeks ago telling me she would come here then i told reiji and he told all of you...

kanato- okay and? then tell us why you want us here.. i hate when people waste my time

shuu- well he told me other things about the girl, he said were not supposed to kill her.. and treat her "nicely" and repeated to me again "don't kill her" and that's pretty much what he said..

ayato- ah? we can't kill her? what a buzz

kanato- such a pity.. right teddy it really is a pity we have to keep such a annoying girl with us

laito- "don't kill her"? well than that means your gonna be staying with us for a loong time then bitch-chan fufu

sumire- ....but... you said i would "die" if i acted the way i did earlier..... i believe that would imply one of you would kill me.... if you can not kill me then why would you say that....?

shuu- heh.. he also did say she know we vampire's due to her family's little... hobby.. guess she can pick up on somethings..

i was kidding, but you'll end up getting yourself killed anywhere you go based on how you are

sumire- ...mm... kidding...? i did not find that kidding to be funny...

shuu- why should i care if it was funny or not?

sumire- ...joking means "telling someone something for amusement of laughter' and other meanings... i did not find that joke to be amusing....

shuu- whatever

sumire- but if i will die here because the way i am then... i would to ask something...

reiji- hm..? what could you possibly need from what he said?

sumire- ...i would like to have you all watch me... whether it's one or two... i do not care... i do not know i am ready to die yet... much less from a vampire or any demon....

reiji- hoh.. look at that you do have some sort of boldness in you, your treating yourself as if your some sort of high class women.. and if we refuse this offer?

sumire- ....i do not see the issue with you all seeing a issue in my offer.... and i see you all having no reason to not accept my offer.... i do not like making these things called choices on my own.... so if i find there is no reason for you to refuse then i will ask you and tell you my thing called a "choice"

reiji- getting bolder

subaru- tch this is pointless i'm out!

shuu- haah.. same

ayato- that doesn't seem like a bad idea! haha we already have some quitters!

laito- seems fun i'll join this little "choice" or more your offer you've given us bitch-chan~!

reiji- i'm maybe a bit interested but i think this women is far to much of a handful so i think i'll have to pass the offer

kanato- ....ne teddy should we watch this women for her.. do you think she will play with us..? if she doesn't... well i would like to make her into a doll.. you think she would be a pretty doll don't you think teddy?

ayato- course you'll come round the great ore-sama right?! course you will!

laito- come on bitch-chan you should come be with me laito-kun will make sure your safe and sound under his watch!

reiji- this is annoying.. i don't know if she'll be any good

sumire- .... (...as long as someone watches me... i do not care.. i just wish to see father again... i won't be able to if i die in this cruel world....)

monolog

the world is spinning,

father... father...

fathers words stopped the world from spinning

everything he does make it stop

or so i thought

because this is his doing this will also stop my world

from spinning

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part one- dark 1

((so were finally done part two of the first game "haunted dark bridal" for sumire's route, she be getting bold haha, so were gonna do shuu'd route first since i'll be doing this by the age of the brothers, that will be out at some point this week! this already took me a bit to write since i'm trying to stick to the way the game is while also adding my own twists to it for sumire's character and there reaction to her doing things and saying things, i really hope people are interested in these!

[abraxos-is-toothless]

Surprises

Chapter 11 a day early because I couldn’t resist. A bit of a longer one this is too:)

Thank you @bryaxisthefaceofnightmares for checking this over for me😘

Full Masterlist.

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I had no gif for this one because I don’t want to give things away😏

Chapter 11

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Cassian thought that today was going to be a quiet day with his brothers...until the girls came back with arms full of bags and a long story about each item they had bought.

He was wrong, so very wrong.

After the girls had disappeared out of the door, they had spent the first hour on cleaning up so their mother wouldn’t have to do anything when she got back from her shift at the hospital. People used to bully him often at being adopted, throwing words such as ‘bastard’ and ‘orphan’ at him, but he didn’t care. This was the best home he’d ever had, and no amount of verbal abuse would make him resent it. Ever.

It was now mid-afternoon and the girls still hadn’t come back when they were usually done by lunch, so he and his brothers decided to watch a movie, and Cassian smirked as he listened to Rhys and Az grumbling since it was his turn to pick.

“Cass, we’ve watched Mission Impossible so many times already. Can’t we watch something else?” Azriel groaned.

“It’s my turn to choose and this is what we’re watching.”

Rhys just threw a handful of popcorn at him, which he ate one by one, and relaxed in the chair as he accepted his fate.

Thirty minutes later, there was a muffled bang of the front door before feet were stomping down the stairs to the basement. He turned his head away from the TV in time to see Nesta turn the corner.

“Hey sweet-“

He stopped talking once he got a look at the murderous rage written across her face.

“You’re a dead man.”

She said it with such calmness that it actually gave Cassian chills, but she wasn’t looking at him nor Rhys - who had once been on the receiving end of her anger when she had caught him in a very compromising position with Feyre. No, this time that anger was directed at Azriel, and when he turned to look at his brother, he stood staring back - his face as white as a sheet. Before he could question her about what was wrong, his girlfriend had crossed the room, landed a right hook to his brother’s face, and had pinned him against the wall within the next second.

He moved fast then, hooking an arm around Nesta’s waist to pull her back against him and out of reach of Az, while Rhys fussed over their wounded brother.

“Nes, sweetheart, you need to calm down and use your words.”

She had stopped struggling when she realised he wasn’t letting go, but she was still tense in his arms and he flinched when she dug her nails into his forearm as she began to speak.

“He and Elain only started dating around a month ago, so I want him to explain to me how my sister is about four and a half months pregnant.”

He stilled at that and watched as Rhys turned to look at Nesta full of shock - as if he didn’t believe her at all.  Azriel’s expression was full of guilt as he tried and failed to explain.

“I- We just-,” a sigh, as if he was accepting defeat. “How do you know? I- it happened at that party we threw here. The two of us were drunk and we left to go to my room when I noticed how uncomfortable she was when Cass started a game of spin the bottle. We were going to tell everyone, but we just weren’t ready.”

Fuck, it was true. His brother had knocked up the sweetest girl in existence.

“Elain was in one of the fitting rooms trying on things Feyre picked when she collapsed. She wasn’t responding and she was unconscious by the time we got the door open and I had to call an ambulance.”

Azriel was on his feet faster than a speeding bullet, scarred hands shaking as he struggled to breathe.

“Is she alright? Are they alright?” He was near sobbing as he asked.

Nesta just stared blank faced at him and both he and Rhys flinched when Az, someone that had never raised his voice in anger, shouted;

“Fucking tell me, Nesta!”

“She collapsed from dehydration, so they’ve got her hooked up to an IV to get some fluids into her.”

“What about the baby?” Az asked. His voice was soft and shaky. Cassian had never seen his brother so scared, not even when he turned up at the door bloody and burnt all  those years ago.

“The baby is fine.”

He felt his heart ache slightly then when Azriel really did start sobbing, one hand clutching Rhys’ shoulder and the other  covering his face. It all sunk in fully at the sight and despite the tension in the room, he grinned.

“Lainy is having a baby? I’m going to be an Uncle?”

His girlfriend turned in his arms and stared at him for a moment before closing her eyes and grimacing.

Not good.

“Not if my Father has anything to do with it. He’s on his way to the hospital and if he’s off the rails again...this will not end well.”

Really, really not good.

oOoOo

Elain had barely spoken since she had woken up in the hospital to the sound of Nesta’s angry voice and Feyre’s soothing tones.

She blinked slowly trying to open her eyes, and was met with bright lights that had her squinting. Nesta was shouting but she didn’t know who or what she was shouting at.

“What the fuck do you mean she’s pregnant?”

Oh shit, shit, shit.

Feyre’s voice was soft as she tried to calm their sister down but it didn’t seem to be working from what she could tell.

“Nes calm down and let him speak.”

The doctor was visible now and, despite how bored he sounded, she could tell that he was slightly scared of Nesta. Who wouldn’t be when faced with the person everyone called the ‘she devil’?

“I’m sorry Miss. Archeron, but your sister really is pregnant. About four months and a few weeks along, actually.”

Nesta was already storming out of the room when she finally made her mouth work.

“Fey? I di-...I was going to tell you.”

Her sister was by her side in an instant, cradling her face between her palms.

“Shh, it’s alright El. She’ll come around but, uh, Dad is on his way.”

No, no, no.

“But he’ll-...he’s going to make me-“

“Elain, listen to me. You and Azriel have clearly made a decision. I will not let him take that from you. None of us will.”

She sobbed in her sister's arms then, sobbed until her voice was hoarse and she fell asleep from exhaustion.

Now she was sitting in her hospital bed waiting for a nurse to come in to take her for an ultrasound. They wanted to double check that everything with the baby was fine, so as much as she wanted to get out of the place, she would stay. For her baby, she would do everything that was necessary. Feyre was sitting in the chair on the other side of the room reading a magazine, and Elain was just about to ask if she could have a glass of water when there was a light knock at the door and a nurse walked in with her head down.

“Now Mis- wait Archeron? Elain?”

Elain’s head snapped up to see Rhys’ mother, Azriel and Cassian’s adoptive mother, Elysia, wide-eyed and gaping slightly in the doorway. As soon as she realised it really was who was written down, she rushed over to the bed, her ‘mom mode’ dial turned right up, fretting over her and lifting a hand to cup one side of her face.

“Gods, Elain, I had no idea you were here. If I had known I’d have come right away. This says you’re pregnant, is that, is it true?"

“Yes.” 

She said it as a whisper, knowing what question would come next and  silently bracing herself for the woman’s next reaction.

“Who’s the father? Is it Lucien?”

This is going to be fun.

“No ma’am, it’s not. The father is Azriel.”

She expected to see anger and disappointment on Elysia’s face, but instead she saw shock and surprise. It looked like she had no idea that Elain and Az were together, but there was a smile on her face as she spoke again.

 “I’m going to be a Grandma? And what’s all of this ‘ma’am’ business? How many times do I have to tell you girls to call me Lys?”

All she could do was smile warily and nod, and then the next thing she knew, she was brought into a bone crushing hug.

“I haven’t had a chance to have a real conversation with the boys in weeks with all of the overtime and extra shifts, I had no idea you were together. I’m going to be right here every step of the way now though, although I do wish you’d waited a while longer.”

“I’m sorry, Lys.”

“Nonsense. Now, let me get that ultrasound done, yes? Once they realise what I am to you they won’t let me do another, but you’ll be waiting forever for another nurse.”

While Elysia fiddled around with the machine, Feyre came over with a grin and helped her adjust her shirt ready. Before she had the horribly cold gel squeezed onto her abdomen, Elysia asked her one final question that Elain had no idea would scare her so much, but make her so incredibly excited all at once.

“Before we start, would you like to know the gender of your baby?”

Yes, yes she would.

oOoOo

It had been half an hour since Feyre had phoned Nesta to say they were on the way home, the Archeron’s home, and Azriel had run straight to his car, eager to meet them there. The others had followed, because of course they would. Nesta had told him that his mother knew now, as she had ended up being Elain’s nurse, and that their father had never turned up at the hospital. His brothers were almost vibrating with energy, obviously hoping to witness the scolding he would surely soon receive from their mother.

He was now pacing in front of the steps to the house, waiting for his mother’s familiar car to pull into the driveway and by the time he did see it, he was surprised he hadn’t burned a hole into the floor. As soon as Elain had stepped out of the car and began walking towards the house, he was running and he didn’t stop until he’d reached her and lifted her into his arms.

“Gods, you scared me so fucking much Ellie. You’re not leaving my sight again.”

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He put her back onto her feet, but didn’t let go of her, keeping her tucked into his chest. He kissed all over her face before reluctantly pulling back and linking their hands together.

“But, you’re alright now though? Everything’s okay?”

“Yes, I’m alright, I promise.”

He didn’t want to ask the next question, but he had to. He had to know or he’d drive himself mad with worry.

“And the baby?”

Elain smiled at him then. That wide and beautifully bright smile that made him feel as if his legs would give out under him.

“Yes, she’s fine too.”

She. A girl.

He was going to have a girl, a beautiful little girl. He cried then, in front of everyone, lifting Elain back into his arms as he breathed out three little words that he hadn’t realised he’d felt until that moment.

“I love you. God, I love you.”

Azriel heard the catch in her breath before she crashed her mouth into his. It was hard and rough before he slowed it down, making it gentler. Their families were watching, but, in that moment, he didn’t care. He parted her lips with his as he tangled a hand in her hair, swallowing her moan as he ran his tongue across the roof of her mouth. She bit his lip and pulled before letting go and he felt the words as she spoke them... making it feel so much more intimate.

“I love you too.”

He tucked her face into the crook of his neck and then looked over her shoulder to see his mother with tears in her eyes, grinning widely at them both. Just as he was about to smile back, the sound of a car engine stopped him, and they all turned to see a car speeding into the drive, watching as it almost swerved into a wall. It pulled to a screeching stop, and then the girls’ father was stumbling out of the driver’s door, clearly drunk as he swayed from side to side with a half empty beer bottle in his hand. When he caught sight of Elain in Azriel’s arms, his face turned murderous.

And then he was coming at them, and Az only had a second to push Elain behind him before her father pulled back his arm with the bottle in his hand.

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[dazed--xx]

Useless

Request: Can you do a one shot were you fight and he says something that really hurt you bc you were insecure about that and then you act kinda distant and idk can it fluff and angst pretty please 🥺 I love your blog 💜(tae)

Summary:  “Maybe I wanted to have some time to myself for a change? Did you ever think about that? Maybe I didn’t want some clingy leach attached to my hip at every second of the fucking day... I finally wanted to be able to fucking breathe. Like damn I can see why your parents didn’t want you... you're fucking useless....” The foul insults like venom. Useless... He thinks you're useless...

Member: Taehyung x Idol!reader

Word Count: 2,276

Genre: Angst, light smut, light fluff

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF ABUSE

A/N: Shout out to the reader who requested my first Tae one shot, hope you enjoy. I got some big things planned to come out so i hope yall follow make sure you check out my masterlist for other stories 

(Not my gif)

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“Y/N!!” Tae shouts from the living room finally acknowledging my presence for the first time today. Waking me from a dead sleep, that falling feeling startling. “Y/N!!!” His voice booming. Sluggishly, WHAT TIME IS IT?? 1:54 am the alarm clock reads I scream into the pillow and make my wake to the living room. The bright light blinding, Tae on the couch with Jungkook. “Yes?” the annoyance in my tone evident. “We’re hungry can you make us something please?” THE FUCKING NERVE!!!! I roll my eyes “Did you speak to me for the last 16 hours?” confusion creeping onto his face at my passive aggressive attitude. Jungkook’s face contorts obviously uncomfortable. “I was just asking you to make us food, no need to be a bitch about it ill just order out” He snaps back “and by the way if you have something to fucking say then say it I don’t appreciate the off handed comments especially when you could have come to me as well and speak to me..” his eyes roll, Jungkook eyeing the door “WELL!.... this has been......fun. I'm gonna head out. Sorry Y/N didn’t mean to upset you” I smile at his friendliness. “Goodnight Jungkookie, I'll see you next time okay I'm sorry to make you feel uncomfortable.” I escort him out the door.  

Tae’s eyes fuming as I turn around. “Look what you fucking did! You made him leave all because of you’re stupid fucking attitude!” He shouts, throwing his controller on the ground smashing it. “You couldn’t just say you didn’t fucking feel like it instead of pushing my friend out the fucking door” fear creeping up in my body. Me and Tae have fought before but he’s never raised his voice like this. He’s never been THIS angry before. “Tae, I’m sorry but I was sleeping and-” “DOES IT LOOK LIKE I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT WHAT YOU WERE DOING?” his terrifying voice booming. Tears sting my eyes all my anger from the day boiling over as the confession spews out of my mouth “NO YOU DON’T BECAUSE YOU NEVER FUCKING CARE ABOUT WHAT THE FUCK I DO TODAY WAS A CLEAR INDICATION OF THAT NO? YOU HAVE A FUCKING DAY OFF AND YOU LITERALLY SPEND IT IGNORING ME AND PLAYING YOUR STUPID ASS GAME. I ASK YOU TO TAKE A WALK WITH ME AND YOURE TOO TIRED. I ASK YOU TO TAKE A NAP WITH ME YOU WANT TO BE UP. SO, WHAT THE FUCK IS IT HUH? SO, WHEN I FINALLY, FINALLY FALL ASLEEP YOU WANT TO FUCKING WAKE ME UP TO ASK ME TO COOK FOR YOU AND JUNGKOOK?????????”  

“Maybe I wanted to have some time to myself for a change? Did you ever think about that? Maybe I didn’t want some clingy leach attached to my hip at every second of the fucking day... I finally wanted to be able to fucking breathe. Like damn I can see why your parents didn’t want you... you're fucking useless....” The foul insults like venom. Useless... He thinks you're useless...

*10 YEARS AGO,*

“Y/N! YOU RUINED IT! IT WAS MY FAVORITE AND YOU BROKE IT!!” My older sister shouts, as her hand harshly cracks along my cheek. Tears stream down my face, “I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to...” I whimper. The mirror on the ground shattered like my heart, my sisters rough hand shoves me to my knees. Glass stabbing at my skin like a thousand knives, her hand in my hair. “CLEAN IT NOW!!!” Her shouting alerts my mother. “Y/S/N? What's going on?” My mother's soft voice asks as she comes into the room. “Tsk....Y/N what did you do now?” Annoyance in her tone, her eyes rolling. “She broke my mirror. She broke my favorite mirror....she's so useless mom why is she here she needs to go.” My sister whined.  

“Let her go, Y/N pick this up and come to my room...” the tone dark. Fear taking a hold of my chest. Whilst cleaning the mirror my sisters torture did not end glass penetrated my hand every time, she shoved me over as I held each shard with care. Dread fills me as the mirror is completely clean. Slowly, I trek to my mother's room my 12-year-old frame trembling as I stand in front of my mother's door heart beating threatening to burst out of my chest.  

“Y/N LETS GO NOW” my mother shouts from the other side of the door. The beating didn’t last too long the pain only temporary; the lecture lasted a lifetime the pain forever. “Why do you have to be so damn useless huh? It's like you enjoy ruining our lives, you never seem to do anything right and I'm so god damn tired of fucking covering for you. SO, you need to go, I don’t care where it is you go but it's not here. I want you out by tomorrow and don’t take none of that expensive shit that’s mine”. I was out within the hour, terrified of what may come if I lasted until tomorrow. Rushing out of the door at 3 am with all of my essential belongings in hand, with no destination in sight.  

Months go by living all around Seoul at parks, bus stations, motels when I get really lucky. Singing in the street to come up with a few dollars to eat. Some days I didn’t make enough and I would slip items in my clothes, becoming quite the “artist”.  One day, I’m singing in front of a small store front 2 gentlemen dressed lavishly listening intently phone recording as my verse comes to an end. Their eyes burning holes into me as a blush creeps up onto my face. The crowd disperses at the top of my hat a business card BIG HIT ENTERTAINMENT. Confusion strikes me turning the card over. A small hand written note and address on the back ‘TOMORROW 2 PM’. My heart races WHAT????

*TRAINEE DAYS*

“Y/N-AH STOP BEING SO DAMN USELESS AND PLEASE HIT THE BEAT ON THE RIGHT COUNT!” My groups dance lead, Hye-un shouts. Fury in her eyes, “Seriously we probably would have debuted by now if you could do something right like you can't sing, you can't dance...what can you do huh?? Stand there? Remember you’re only here because Namjoon oppa felt bad for you.” her words cut like knives. “Namjoon oppa thinks I'm good..” I mutter weakly, under my breathe as tears slide down my face. Every girl laughs, “No, honestly no one does like come on, you can't see it, He felt bad for you idiot. You were homeless and needed a place to go.” Jisoo snaps. Her words breaking my heart, grabbing my bag and dashing toward the door. They won't get to see me cry...not like that... not for them.  

Running down the hallway, hunting for the farthest studio away from them to release my demons. THUD! “Oof DUDE WATCH WHERE YO-” The loud voice cut off “LOOK IM NOT IN THE FUCKING MOOD MOVE” I shout as I stand up to run past the stranger. “Damn... Okay... rude... are you okay though you look like you’re crying” He says as I wipe my eyes getting a clear view of the man that I've collided with. A blush instantly creeping on my face as the familiar face becomes recognizable and my head shoots down, Taehyung oppa. All the anger in me fades quickly as the god like man shifted. My voice is shaky, “IM SO SORRY, I wasn’t paying attention. I'm just having a rough morning. I should get going, I'm so sorry... I..Um...S-Sorry” He chuckles “Ha, you said that already...3 times in fact” a small giggle escapes my lips.

“So, I know you don’t know me or anything but I’m a great listener. Maybe you can tell me what's going on, it might help” He says sincerely. Hesitant, I look down “um....-” “Look, don’t worry if you don’t want to physically tell me give me your number you can text it to me then that way you and I don’t have to be face to face and it can help you to get more out that sound good?” I nod as he pulls out his phone and asks for mine. His number in my phone as Tae<3. A smile creeps up onto my face as he pulls me into a hug. My body melts into his like I've known him for years. “Okay so I'll talk to you later” A smile on his face as he walks off.  

Blushing, as realization dawns on me as I pull my phone out to text him.  

*PRESENT*  

From there I told Tae everything, my fears, my past, insecurities. Useless....that's all I’ve ever been. My sobs no longer able to be held back as they barrel their way through my chest. “F-fin-ne then Tae you won't have to worry about me being in your way anymore” I whisper as I turn around and walk into the bedroom Tae and I share. Locking the door behind me I curl up in bed and let the tears take over me. Mama never loved you, the girls never wanted you to debut with them, they made you go solo because of how useless the group thought you were, You're so fucking useless to Tae. I ruin fucking everything I'm sorry Tae. The tears putting you to sleep eventually.  

TAE’S POV  

FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!! FUCK! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO???????!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!! The regret fills my mind as the bedroom door locks in my face. Her sobs filling the apartment, my heart cracking at the sound. Sitting outside of the door listening to the love of my life cry herself to sleep in our bedroom, alone, because of me. Baby I'm so sorry...you know I never would mean anything like that, but the words never come out.  

Nothing can physically come out as my heart pounds in my throat terrified of what tomorrow could bring. Would she leave? NO! Tae don’t think like that Y/N loves you and she’ll know you could never mean that...right? Tears streaming down my face at the thought. You fucked up...you fucking hurt her in one of the worst fucking ways possible. There's no way she's going to forgive you. Trudging back to the couch as I let the tears consume me.  

Y/N’S POV

The sun beaming in my eyes, burning, as I blink myself awake. Eyes sore, Tae’s words resting at the front of my mind. Making my way to the restroom, the second the door is open Tae is in front of me on his knees. “Baby, I’m an asshole okay but I love you and-and I'm sorry” He pleads as he wraps his arms around my waist head resting against my stomach. Disgust filling me, “Move, I have to use the restroom” Tae’s saddened figure retreats back to the living room defeated. Tears stream down my face as the hot water from the shower soaks me. My pain evident, Tae shuffling outside of the bathroom door every few minutes whispering to himself before disappearing back into the living room.  

Placing one of my tank tops and sweat pants on, I make my way out of the bathroom. Tae rushing behind me as I walk back into the bed room. The saddened puppy looks still on his face. His regret in his eyes, his face is puffy and red proof he’s been crying over his words. The sight weakening my angry state as he reaches for my face and looks into my eyes caressing my cheek. His gaze drifting to my lips, slowly leaning forward he brushes his lips against mine looking for some form of consent. My eyes close as he presses forward and kisses me with so much emotion, his tongue delving in to my mouth and tasting me. A slight moan released from his lips as he presses me against the bedroom door slamming it shut. He lifts my right leg over his waist pulling me closer, as lips slide down to my neck. The way his tongue attacks my neck, drawing a puddle in my panties, his member grinding against me hard as a rock. The need for more grows inside me as Tae pulls his lips off of my body as he whispers in my ear his voice shaky and terrified “I-I’m so s-sorry, I love you and you’re not useless. I didn’t mean it. I could never mean it, you’re perfect I swear. And I'm such an ass for saying something like that there’s no excuse for what I said but please, okay, I'm BEGGING you don’t leave me.”  

A tear slides down my face as he shakes, crying into my ear wrapping his arms around my waist. Tae’s sadness washing away any animosity toward him at his words. “Baby... you hurt me but I'd never leave you. You're all I have and I'm never giving you up” I hug him back. His smile against my neck. “I don’t deserve you.....I'm sorry” I nod and run my hands through his hair. “SO! Were you just being a tease or are you gonna finish what you started?” I ask seductively as I put Tae’s hand in my pants, a smirk creeps onto his face.  

“Oh, Kitten, I have so many plans for us today”  

[welllpthisishappening]

Okay can we talk about ACOSF???? Bc on booktok all I’m seeing is so much negativity about how people don’t like feysand or don’t like nesta but?? I read this book, loved it, thought nesta grew SO much and we got to see feysand from a different POV which gave them depth! Plus a baby!!! I can talk about it forever

We can absolutely talk about ACOSF. I have thoughts, feelings, opinions and this is going to get long. And, uh, any of those super negative critiques:

Alright, alright, alright, so initial feelings? I enjoyed it a lot. Like, way more than I thought I would honestly because going in I was like eh, Nessian, but I loved Nesta’s character development and the flirt-to-roast ratio with her and Cassian and every single time Cassian called her Nes or God help me ARCHERON, my soul reached another plane of existence. Don’t even get me started on that one time she called him General. The noise I made was not audible to human ears. 

That said, there were some parts that I was like: oh ok, that’s happening. So, because I cannot function without organization, let’s break down some of the major things that happened into a LIST WITH OPINIONS ATTACHED

Sexual Tension Fucking fuck, these two idiots. Pining after each other while both desperately wanting someone, anyone, to be like — please stay in bed and cuddle me all night?!?! Idiots. Both of them flush with power and the ability to make people legit terror before them and they’re so goddamn soft with each other. Which is kind of hysterical because they are also able to rip each other to shreds? Oh my God, some of those fight scenes, I just—my heart was in my throat. And I do not want to hear a single word of how CASSIAN IS MEAN TO NESTA? Were we reading the same book, internet? Bro is In Love. From the G E T. 

Which leads us to—

S O L S T I C E  God, rip my romantic-loving heart out of my body. Learning what was in the box from the solstice before made me screech and then the music. THE MUSIC. Can we talk about Cassian, feared general, dude who has canonically lost track of how many people he has killed, cornering an ENTIRE ORCHESTRA to recreate music for Nesta? I just—f u c k. It was a lot. A lot. And then we circle back around to how soft they were and there’ll never be another and I am going to have to pace around a bit. I loved it. I love them. I nearly screamed when it took Nesta a few more chapters to realize it was a mating bond, and then Cassian just bolted because he also couldn’t quite deal with it, and I am still not super sold on the mating bond, like, as a thing, but I kind of went into this book pretty certain this was going to happen, so...good. Also them arguing by the Sidra, oof. 

There was a lot of sex in this book. I knew there was going to be a lot of sex in this book. I must have told my husband four different times, “God, there is a lot of sex in this book.” Some of it was good. Some of it was kind of cloying in its descriptions. I genuinely lol’ed at Nesta fantasizing about being straight up railed by both Cassian and Azriel. (Why was that in there? Still don’t really know, felt a lot like very obvious fan service, but it was also kind of hysterical.)

JEALOUSY DIDN’T MAKE ME WANT TO RIP MY EYES OUT I hate jealousy plots. HATE THEM. It’s one of my biggest pet peeves in relationship writing, but I was super into it here??? Cassian cutting in on the dance and TAKING DANCING LESSONS. It was good. I enjoyed it. 

Nesta’s Power Yo. YO. This was really cool. She was terrifying and out of control, while also learning how to be in control and intimidating and I was like YES, GET IT. When Rhys flew into the House and Nesta was just wrapped in silver flames, that was super cool. Also Rhys being freaked out by her? Kind of bad ass, honestly. But. But! I wish it was explored even more. I wish we got to learn what she could really do and the extent to which she could do it, because I thought it was a fascinating possibility to parallel Nesta to Feyre and I don’t really think we got that. Like, Feyre Cursebreaker — with power given from all the High Lords, this bringer of new life and a fresh start for all the courts. Then her sister — with power stolen from the Cauldron itself and death at her fingertips. With all the comparisons of Feyre and Nesta, I really figured we’d be gunning towards that eventually ESPECIALLY with Feyre being pregnant, and the idea of life in that capacity. Also, what was the point of Lucien saying “Gods help you all” or whatever he said when he was watching Nesta train if...nothing ever really came from that? We’ll circle back around to that in a second, during what will be my ending-based soliloquy, but first let’s talk about—

Feyre Being Pregnant, Why That Kind of Felt Like Twilight and Why I Get Why Rhys Was Being an Idiot Listen, part of the reason I wanted to read this book was for what I assumed would be the Feysand crumbs we’d get. Most of me was convinced that this book would not take place in Velaris and I was mentally prepared for that. Color me pleasantly surprised when it wasn’t and we got an IC feast. But. But! Part two! I’ve mentioned how I’m never really here for...pregnancy being like this ultimate endgame, and I understand why Feysand wanted a kid and I get it, I do. Just the whole thing with she’s going to DIE felt very Bella Swan, was kind of dramatic in mela-sort of way and I TOTALLY GET WHY RHYS KEPT THE WINGS A SECRET. Was it idiotic? Yeah, of course. But I don’t think we talk about his trauma enough, really. Those fifty years under the Mountain are not just gong to disappear, and I cannot really blame him for totally losing his mind at even the idea of Feyre dying. This is not a dude who is trying to control Feyre. I’ve never felt that way about Rhys. At all. This is a dude who has already lost ALL of HIS control and is desperately trying to hang on. He’s already had his entire world shattered six ways to Sunday, this was obviously going to destroy him. Aside from, y’know, straight up killing him too. (That was dumb, guys.) And I think telling Feyre would have made it REAL for Rhys, which he obviously could not cope with. Was I surprised that Feyre’s pregnancy was such a big plot point in a book that was supposed to be super Nessian focused? Yeah, for sure. But also—I like established relationships and Feyre and Rhys could not stop making eyes at each other. Not totally here for the deadly pregnancy trope, not totally here for using family as a trauma recovery, but sort of understand it. 

Training, Valkyries and Friendship Bracelets Like I said, I thought this book was gong to take place in the Illyrian camps way more than it did, but I L O V E D the training sessions. Adored Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn’s friendship and how often they teamed up to snark Cassian and Azriel. I was painfully here for all three of them together and the sleepover in the House warmed the cockles of my cold, dead heart. Especially when the bracelets proved so important during the Blood Rite. Which—let’s talk about the Blood Rite. Didn’t expect that!! Was pleasantly surprised by that!! Nesta drawing the literal line in the dirt made me fist pump the air. (And is another parallel to Feyre and her taking inspiration from old Fae legends, but that’s neither here nor there, whatever I’m not here to harp on missed opportunity.) I thought it was really important that all three of them got to showcase their own power too, and how they worked SO WELL together and I was just really glad that there was such focus on this sisterhood outside of literal sisterhood. I thought those relationships were so well done and it was just such a joy to read about their growth and strength and I loved them. Am I here for Gwyn and Azriel? Maybe. Possibly more here for Emerie and Mor? Maybe maybe. 

The House I thought it was Amren, for a very long time. Like secretly helping Nesta still and I was really into that idea and really into Amren not being able to totally let Nesta go and I wasn’t really into Nesta bowing to Amren. 

THE ENDING Oh my God, so much happened. So quickly. With some occasionally jarring scene cuts. The Blood Rite surprised me, but I was not surprised by Cassian getting ensnared by the crown. Fully expected something like that to happen, was still making ridiculous noises when he tried to turn the dagger on himself instead of killing Nesta. LOST MY MIND WHEN NESTA UNMADE THE QUEEN. I’m still sort of...confused about the Trove, though. I know there are a fair number of hanging plot threads that are gong to lead into other stories, but I just—I don’t know, when they were talking about the High King and everything I sort of thought they were leading towards Nessian being that. I know the whole IC was very into Rhys and thematically it made sense, but also let’s consider—I don’t want that? Rhys needs to get his shit in order and his own Court to calm the fuck down and again I think the potential for LORD OF THE BASTARDS and LADY DEATH to ascend to this position of power and lead the world into this new era was there and I just, I don’t know, I liked the idea of it. Particularly when so many people have referred to Nesta as a Queen. That whole thing in the prison happened, y’know? I’m not sure (read: I’m fairly positive) that won’t happen now, especially because Nesta gave up so much of her power to save Feyre. And I know that’s a TALKING POINT™ but also...I was pretty cool with that? Once it came out that Feyre was going to die, it made sense that Nesta would be the one to save her—to twist death again, and kind of seize control of it. Granted, I’m still a little confused by the Trove and what everyone’s going to do with all that power, but Nesta saving Feyre was this perfect sort of wrap up. For me, at least. I think they balance each other out in a lot of respects, and that was really the last step of Nesta’s growth. Also, uh, back on my Feysand ‘ish and Rhys screaming and crying and trying to get to Feyre? o o o f. Also, also, RHYS BOWING TO NESTA. I CANNOT TELL YOU THE LAST TIME I CRIED AT A BOOK, BUT I CRIED AT THIS BOOK. RHYS, BABY, I ADORE YOU. 

Nesta Finding Herself I just really—liked it. I think sometimes in these sorts of stories we get people who are so focused on characters being “the bitch” and having an edge and we have a tendency to think that’s what makes them STRONG. Nah, that ain’t it, son. I don’t want to read about someone being a dick just for sake of being a dick. Nesta was NOT IN A GOOD PLACE. She was self-imploding and destroying herself and getting her POV made it blatantly clear that she thought she deserved that. That she truly believed she didn’t deserve anyone else. And as much as the romance was good and the friendships were fantastic, the key to this story was Nesta (as cheesy as it sounds) learning to love herself. To find worth in her own self. Reading about Nesta simply learning to want to live again, for no one except herself, was really, really good and I think, for the most part, well done. Which is why it makes sense that Nesta gives up some of her power. This isn’t about being A BAD BITCH, PATENT PENDING. This is about love, and joy and embracing your own faults. I get the disappointment over Nesta losing her power. I do. But I’m not sure she totally did? Maybe that’s too positive, or too naive, or something, but...whatever. 

Other things that I really enjoyed, include but are not limited to: Cassian having allergies Nesta absolutely decimating Tamlin. And Tamlin’s just like...a lion all the time now, huh? And, uh, also is Tamlin Gwyn’s dad??? Like, is that a thing? Am I crazy?  Nesta telling Elain to fuck off (Also, Elain—darling, I wish you got more character development. Elain is to SJM what Belle is to me in CS fic. Sometimes I think she just forgets about her.) Azriel calling out Cassian for getting BLOWN at the dining room table Azriel getting Nesta a Solstice gift and then THEY HUGGED Nesta wanting an over the top mating ceremony. Get it, girl.  Feyre going full on Court of Nightmares in the Hewn City Nesta making it down the steps

Other things I thought we’d get more of and just...didn’t Whatever the fuck Lucien has been up to, and more on the continent with Vassa and Juran More stuff in Illyria Reaction to the trio in the Blood Rite Amren and Nesta reconciling. I know Nesta apologized, but Amren kind of got on my nerves.  Nesta understandably criticizing the IC and their tendency to get a little sanctimonious.  THREE SISTER PEAKS. THREE BAT BOYS. THREE VALKYRIE. WHAT IS IT SARAH? WHAT DOES IT MEAN? 

[kryptored]

She’s Shady and Sketchy...(2)

I’m back. I really want to thank everyone for the feedback I received for part 1 of SSaS. The amount of notes I got was phenomenal, I almost couldn't believe it. Really, thank you everyone. 

Now, about part 2 - the typos during the group chat portion are as intended, because it’s not a group chat if no one’s screwing up what they're saying. I know they're supposed to speak French so, the formatting of their words are different, but I'm referencing the use of English in - you all get the point, right? Je ne parle pas français; I’ve only finished the elementary course. I tried to make it look authentic, but we’ll see. Also, a shout-out to @writingishfanonsideblog​ for pointing out the pun (you have no idea how long I was waiting for someone to see that). 

PART 2:...when she goes on and raves

In a room above the Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie

Marinette is severely stressed. At the moment, she is reminding herself that she needs a break from everything – being Ladybug and the new Guardian, keeping up with her commissions, helping out at the bakery, being the class representative, etc. Clearly, it was somewhat working as Adrien could see from his position. He watches the girl lying down on his lap as he treads his fingers through her soft, dark hair. Her eyes are closed in content (kind of), the lines on her forehead slowly melting away. He smiles lopsidedly as he notices her cute nose crinkle and wiggle every few seconds, her lips in a pout as her mind continues to spew thoughts and ideas inside her mind. He reaches out a finger to boop her nose and says, “Hey, I can hear you thinking. You’re supposed to relax.”

Marinette opens her eyes, her brows even more furrowed. “And I told you that I can’t help it.” She tries to swat his hand that hovers over her face. Adrien laughs as he avoids her hand, returning to combing through her hair. She closes her eyes again and tries to go back to her halfway-decent relaxed state that Adrien so often made fun of her for. Oh, did she mention they’ve gotten closer?

To her amazement, Adrien had finally understood the extent of what Lila was doing. It was quite awkward at first, what with how Marinette was struggling to keep her composure in front of the same person she had fallen in love with beyond his looks. Adrien, on the other hand, was starting to realize that Marinette is someone so precious to him that he would do anything to help her, even if it meant he had to grow a backbone or two. It was working, thankfully, and had not backlashed on him. He had started to be less lenient with Lila’s inappropriate approach and invasion of his personal space, to which he made sure to mention to his father. For once, he felt that he was his father’s son because the day after his confession, he had found himself free of Lila’s grasp (literally and metaphorically). She was still modeling for the brand, though (to the disappointment of him and the many staff who found her performance lacking).

That did not mean the same for Marinette, though. He may have finally stood up to Lila, but Marinette was taking the brunt of her anger. Just recently, his friend told him how Lila was being more aggressive in her approaches, to the point where most of the class were starting to treat Marinette at arm’s length. They could clearly see that the class was taking sides, and it wasn’t theirs. Alya and Nino had been at the forefront of convincing him to talk sense into Marinette and giving Lila a chance. For some reason, they forgot how uncomfortable and mortified he felt whenever the latter came close to him without his permission. They weren’t that close, let alone friends. They were working the same job, at most. Physical contact was definitely not acceptable when he says so.

THE GOOD KIDS (11)

It’syagirlALYA: Hey, Lila. good to hear you’re doing fine, girl!

DeLila: I just don’t want to worry everyone.

It’syagirlALYA: It’s okay, don’t worry about it.

rose-pink: that’s right, Lila!

DeLila: anyway, about what I said…

            I just really think that marinette needs to be…

           Controlled.

jabberwocky: controlled? She’s not an animal.

sea-monkey: yeah, it kinda sounds…

                     haarhs

                     hars

                     harsh

DeLila: Oh, I didn’t mean it like that. Im just saying she needs to be stopped.

            She needs to know what it feels like to be bullied.

brainf.Art: Hey, I think destroying her sketchbook is too much. I wouldn’t do the         

                 same if another person, especially an artist, was being mean to me. 

Jules: Nath’s right. If Marinette’s gone that bad, we shouldn’t stoop so low.

rose-pink: We’d be the bullies!

jabberwocky: besides, she already knows what it feels like to be bullied.

                      Remember chloé?

DeLila: Oh, Im not saying we bully her. Just, I dunno, give her a warning?

It’syagirlALYA: How bout this, lila: we try to keep you 2 apart as much as

                       possible.

DeLila: But…what if it doesn’t work? Or I just approach her again to really try be      

            friends with her?

It’syagirlALYA: Look, girl – we’ve known Mari for a long time. Well, more so the 

                       others, but yo get the point.

kneeknow: what Alya means is that you let us handle it for oyu.

sunflower: that way, no one fights anyone.

DeLila: Oh, that’s a nice idea.

sun: Yeah, it is.

DeLila: Anyway, I was wondering if one of you could help me with our math 

           homework? I was just os distracted thinking about the charity Ive been

           doing with Prince Ali on Tuesday that I wanst able to concentrate.

Maximus: I believe I can be of assistance.

DeLila: Thanks, Max! do you think you could send me a copy? It’s just, my mom  

            wants me to attend some very important meetings so, I won’t really have 

            much time.

Maximus: Oh. I suppose so, yes.

DeLila: Great!

It’syagirlALYA: Maybe you should take a break now.

sea-monkey: Sleeep.

Jules: Rest.

DeLila: Um, why?

Am I bothering all of you now?

rose-pink: No!

sunflower: it’s just, you said your head was hurting a while ago and we don’t 

                want to make it come back

rose-pink: or wrse!

                 worse.

sun: yeah

DeLila: Oh! Right.

             I’ll see everyone tomorrow, then?

It’syagirlALYA: Sure.

kneeknow: Yeah.

DeLila: Bye, everyone!

jabberwocky: Yup, bye.

sea-monkey: See ya.

brainf.Art: bey.

                  bye.

sunflower: bye!

sun: bye.

Jules: yeah, bye.

rose-pink: bye-bye!

Maximus: Good-bye.

HOLD THE EFF UP (10)

It’syagirlALYA: I just had a realization.

                         Lila kept claiming she’s Ladybug’s bff, but that kinda sounds iffy

kneeknow: what makes you sya that, Als?

It’syagirlALYA: I never relly got a chance to ask LB herself but…

                         why would someone like lila deliberately tell me, the   

                         LABYBLOGGER

                        That she’s Paris’s superheroine’s bff, knowing that Hawkmoth 

                        could easily use her against LB?!

jabberwocky: holy sh*t, youre right!

sea-monkey: I may not be the smartest, but even I know that’s dumb.

rose-pink: which means Lila is inn danger!

Maximus: as seen during Animan hunting you down.

Sea-monkey: MAX!

                        It wasn’t my best moment, okay?

sunflower: and her family!

Jules: she’s not in danger…

brainf.Art: Juleka!

Jules: let me finish: she’s not in danger, she put herself in danger.

sun: does that mean lila’s not really friends with ladybug?

It’syagirlALYA: guess I’ll have to hunt down LB if we want to find out ourselves.

brainf.Art: what if ladybug deflecting about it is just a tactic to protect her?

Jules: I’ll do you one better: why didn’t lila know better than telling other people 

           something tha could be passed on to HM

           No offence, Alya.

It’syagirlALYA: none taken.

kneeknow: Juleka’s right. It’s one thing when LB pretends she doesn’t know 

                    someone for safety reasons. It’s another when you don’t know who 

                    could possibly be listening or watching the interview and they plan 

                    to do with it.

sun: wasn’t there something on the news about someone claiming to be Chat’s 

        girlfriend who ended up being kidnapped by an akuma as bait?

sea-monkey: ooh! I remememember that!

Maximus: She was heavily reprimanded by Ladybug and Chat Noir, not to 

                 mention her parents for endangering herself.

jabberwocky: hey Alya, weren’t there somepoeple who tried to call her out on 

                       the interview?

It’syagirlALYA: who? The girl ivan was talking about?

jabberwocky: No.

                        I mean Lila.

Maximus: Alix is correct. I seem to recall about 27% of your comment section 

                 filled with doubts and proclamations of disbelief.

It’syagirlALYA: I think this calls for another meeting. But this time, for different 

                        reasons.  

Come tomorrow morning, 10 people in class had a wary look in their eyes. Lila had yet to arrive, but asides from them, Chloé and Sabrina were already seated and talking about whatever it was that had them busy yesterday. Along the front rows, Marinette is seen to be chatting excitedly with Adrien. Now that they think about it, they hadn’t realized when exactly those two got comfortable and closer together (particularly Marinette). After all, it wasn’t much of a secret except for Adrien that the girl had a huge crush on the model. Alya and Nino, mostly, were very confused on how they missed the development on the interaction between their best friends. But before any of them could comment on the newly discovered development, the real person who had been running on their minds had finally arrived.

“Hi, everyone! It’s so good to see you all this wonderful morning.” They never really thought much about it, but Lila always did have this overly sweet tone. It was different compared to Rose’s own way of talking. “I’m glad to announce that nothing too bad came off from my head injury, but I want to also let you know that I got…”

Huh. Not that they didn’t care about the well-being of others, but Lila always did have a way of putting a lot of attention on her. But really, for how long and how much she’d told them, it was too hard to ignore that she always did talk about herself.

“…I could also introduce you guys to…”

Introductions. Hm… well, that was one word they were well acquainted with. There wasn’t one a time they hadn’t heard Lila mention someone new and promise introducing them. it wasn’t that they were using her for her ‘connections,’ but she could at least try to avoid making promises she would suddenly forget about.

Their eyes narrow down on her, following her every move while she is none the wiser of the sudden change of how they see her. Things hadn’t been easy after the short meeting among those in attendance. Doubt had been planted among their minds and initially, none of them knew whether to weed it out or to water it with curiosity. Lila, thinking she has their trust still, goes on and raves of the many things she’s supposedly done.

Lila approaches the one person she knows is her greatest ‘fan,’ Alya, and proceeds to shower her with the many tales she had spun that involved name droppings and not-so-subtle self-praise. She goes on, thinking that all is well, but the others are actually more inclined to observe the same person they once believed at the drop of her hat. They are listening to her words carefully, only this time with more awareness.

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[kkpaaw]

Finished my bois updated ref so i decided to submit him. I know I said that I was gonna draw Oc's based off the movie(and I am!) I just really got inspired to update my first ever Trolls Oc. I made him after the first movie and the only thing that changed is his appearance lmao.

Anyway let me introduce u to my boi.

Vio

○ Nickname: V, Viv

○ Age: 20

○ Date of Birth: 08/3/XXXX

○ Sex: Male

○ Gender: Male

○ Species: R&B Troll

○ Voice: Ne-Yo(ok so I love this man's music, sue me)

○ He's a Demiromantic Boi

PERSONALITY: 

|| + Charismatic | + Confident | + Polite || = Calm| = Levelheaded | = Relaxed || - Lazy |- Sarcastic |- Pushover

Vio is a charismatic troll who is also a complete pushover. He considers himself to be very simple, but those knowing him would disagree. He is often very calm and levelheaded, usually talking in a very relaxed and sorta lazy manner, making him seem to be a troll who is always tired, though that is usually not the case.

He is very polite, and talks in a sort of formal manner with a little slang here and there. There are times where his sarcasm comes forth and cam make him seem mean, but it's all in good faith, he never goes out of his way to be intentionally mean to anyone.

○ Likes: 

+ Gum

+ Whistling

+ Rain

+ Early Mornings

+ Morning Dew

+ Cooking

+ His Guitar

○ Dislikes: 

X Cold Weather

X Late Nights

X Headaches(he gets those alot)

X Bitter foods

RELATIONSHIPS:  

○ Sweetheart: None

○ Friends:

Asui | Pop Troll| Alive

"Amazing Troll. Helped me out of a lot of dark times. Without him I dunno what ide do"

Cher | Country/R&B Troll| Alive

"She's neat. She helps keep the group together. And she's pretty funny"

○ Allies:  

○ Enemies:

HISTORY

Vio's story is actually kind of sad. He was born to his parents Snazz and Bon, in the home of the RnB Trolls, Rhythm Valley.

His younger years were full of fun and laughter as his parents were a very active bunch who always tried to make every day of his full of fun while also teaching him the importance of the R&B livelihood. When he was around 10 he started learning how to play the guitar-with alot of failures along the way much to his frustration and his father's amusement. When he was 12 he got his first tattoo which is a tradition that many R&B trolls take part of when they turn 12.

It was when he turned 15 that things took a turn for the worst. This night Vio will always remember vividly. The entire day before the event he had a bad feeling the whole day and tried telling his parents, who didn't listen. It even got so bad that he couldn't sleep and had to sleep with his parents who managed to finally convince him with a song that everything was ok. After he calmed down they finally fell asleep, convinced everything was alright.

If only...

When he woke up the next day he immediately knew something was wrong. The terrible feeling came back in full force and when he noticed his parents weren't in bed with him he panicked and shot up and ran through the house shouting and calling for them only to not get an answer. When he ran outside he noticed how quiet it was. There was no sound. No one around. No nothing. He couldn't see any trolls walking around and that scared him so he ran about going around town looking for some face, someone he could see, anyone.

Yet he found no one. It was like the entire town vanished leaving am empty husk of a city and Vio all alone.

Vio ended up breaking down and crying for a long long time. Where did everyone go??? It took even longer for him to be able to gather the courage to leave his now deserted home 2 weeks after he realized everyone was gone.

He ended up becoming a traveler and to this day still is one at the age of 20. He's been to so many places and met so many trolls and eventually met his best friend Asui(or Sammie as Vio calls him) who ended up traveling with him. Then one day they saved a grey troll who was severely injured, with lost memories and invited her to join them..wonder what adventures await...

______

That's pretty much it on Vio(for now lmao) He is actually an Oc that I'm going to use for a fanfic I hopefully plan on making! Hope you guys like him!

More OC bios to come!

[finding-the-daylight]

So, now that my finals are officially over, I am going to proceed to have a drink or two or three and rewatch Eclipse. Here’s (soberly) what I remembered from the film prior to starting this account (since starting this account, posts re:Eclipse have reminded me of things I’m not going to include in this introduction): 

1. Bella is basically playing tic-tac-toe with Edward and Jacob and her feelings for them. She can’t make up her mind. When I watched it the first time, my dad was in the living room half paying attention to it and said she was very selfish. 

2. Edward tries to control Bella, but it’s “out of genuine concern for her”.

3. Jacob tries to control Bella, but it’s “out of genuine concern for her”.

4. Both fight for her affection and even though she’s engaged to Edward, she won’t let go of Jacob.

5. When the newborn army shows up, Bella cuts her arm with a rock.

6. There’s awkward tension in the tent.

That’s literally all I remember of the movie while sober (aside from what I have relearned from posts about Eclipse on this blog). My drunken thoughts will be below the break:

Okay, so this dude I think his name is Riley is lowkey kinda dumb, no offense. Like he just stood there and screamed “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?” This is how all horror movies end badly. You don’t talk back. You run or hide or esape.

THE MEADOW IS SO FUCKING PRETTY. IT’S THE PUREST THING WE HAVE IN THIS FANDOM OMG HE’S PLAYING WITH EHR HAIR AND I JUST WANT SOMEOEN TO PLAY WITH MY HAIR. DAMN BELLA, MY FINALS ARE OVER. SUCKS TO SUCK, DOESN’T IT?

I never noticed the CUllen cuff before, but now thanks to this blog it’s all I’m looking @ lmao. 

I FCKING LOVE CHARLIE TOO MUCH AND HE DESERVED BETTER THIS WHOLE TIME. HE IS SUCH A GOOD FATHER AND HE DESERVES THE BEST.

THERE’S A GLOWING RED LIGHT OUTSIDE MY WINDOW WTF I THINK IT’S THE REFLECTION OF A CAR LIGHT BUT I FUCKING SWEAR

NVM ITS GONE

WHAT THE FUCK EDWARD?? YOU MESSED WITH BELLA’S TRUCK SO SHE COULDN’T SEE HER FRIEND? FUCK. I WOULD’VE DUMPED YOU AND LEFT YOU IN THE WOODS BRO.

Edward sitting with Bella’s friends. We can’t help but stan. He’s still a bitch for the truck thing though. 

I love how Alice looks @ Edward and tells him the party will be fun because she knows nothing bad will happen. But then he reads her mind and looks conerned wtf is ognna happen?

Side note: I really like the lighting in this movie. Everyone has a healthly glow. They lokk happy.

The fucking Volturi always gotta ruin everything. Bitch ass hoes. Ol’ crusty asses acting like some outdated monarchy. Why don’t the vamprires start a democratic government?

Charlie really deserved better. Like I know they couldn’t tell him teh truth but they could’ve been slightly less untruthful prbabl.

I WANNA FIND SOMEONE WHERE MY MOM SAYS WE’RE LIKE MAGNETS WITH EACH OTHER. I WANT SOMEONE TO LOOK @ ME LIKE I’M THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE. DAMNIT EDWARD. DAMNIT STEPHENDW. 

Y’ALL ARE TELLING ME THE ENTIRE CULELN CLAM COMBINED COULDN’T TKAE OUT VICTORIA? THIS SHIT IS GETTING UNREALISTIC LMAO.

THE MUSIC THAT STARTS PLAYING WHEN JAKE TURNS AROUND IN THE PARKING LOT SENT ME LMAOOOOO. 

Leah is such a badass and I wnat to be best friends with ehr plase. 

ALSO FCK THIE IMPRINTING STORYLINE. 

SAM AND LEAH WERE HAPPY TOGETHER.

NO BELLA YOU DON’T FUCKING WANNA KNOW WHAT IMPRINTING IS. NONE OF US WANTD WTO KNWO. IT NEVER SHOULDVE BEEN WRITTEN.

Taylor and Kristen are such babies in this movie. They’re so young and precious. WHIH REMINDS ME WHY TF DID SPTHEJNFNWFNA MAKE THIS SEIRESO ABOUT CHIDLREN??!?! I STILL SAY IF THE CHARACTERS HAS BEWNNF MORE MATUEE AND IN LIKE THEIR MID OR LATE TWNETIEMS OR THIRTIS IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER. FIUCKUNG FIGHT ME.

INITING BELLA TO HEAR THE TRIBE’S HISTORIES? THE CULTURAL APPROPRIATION FUCK STEPHEN0AWFJQ. BITCHJ.

SETH IS SO PRECIOUS. AGAIN. THEY’RE ALL SUCH BABIES. THESE POOR CHILDREN.

this hwoel shite is sof ukcing offensie. bitch. listen. why tf did stpehwb fafb have to appropriate cultues like this? BITCH>> you do realize if the legnds are actually like this they’rel ike that because it’s aout defeating yo white as sright? like your’e aware stpehebe ? 

omg bree is so scare d poor baby. literally why did stephenjdbawfbi do this? she just wnated to be ok not hurt anywaon.

exuce me vut CARLISLE IS HOT AS FUCK BITCH

edward is saying some real romantic shit and i sill hate him for the turck thing but like he loves her so much btu he’s stil an asshoel in this smovie

I’M ABOUT TO HATE JACOB I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES I’VE SEEN THE GIFS HOE WE GONNA GIGHT. BITCH SHE JUST TOLD YOU SHE DOESN’T LIKE YOU DON’T PUSH HER LIKE THIS. DUMBAS S HOE BITCH. YOU’RE GONNA FIGHT FOR HER? I’M GONNA FUCKIN FIGHT YOU BTCH. I WISH SHE WAS ALREAYD A VAMPIRE SO RTHAT PUNCH WOULDA HURT BITCH YOU DESERVED IT.

THESE FUCKWITS ARE FIGHTING OVER HER AND NOT LISTNEING TO HER THEY ARE BOTCH CANCELLED. BELLA NEEDS TO LEAVE BOTH THESE HOES AND GET A NEW MAN WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS HOW TO LISTNE. BITCHES.

I love Emmett so much. BELLA SHOULD FINA A MAN LIKE HIM. IT’S WHAT SHE DESERVES.

ROSALIE IS ABOUT TO POP TF OFF. SHE IS A QUEEN AND I LVOE AND SUPPORT HER. the saddest thing about this is that she thought her life was perfect and then some fucking asshoes ruiend it. she was so happy. wtf im gonna cry. fuck. i hate sptehej n so much. these gross ass hoes i’m gonna cik all theyre assses. this is so gross i’m so angry literaluy setthing beithc. BUT THEN SHE GETS HER REVENGE AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL. FUCK THOSE BASTARS. but she;s so sad it breaks my heart. she wants to be human so bad. this scene is so sad and it’s theonly good scene in twilight and nikki reed deserves an ocsa like if you agree.

jane and alec more childrne who should’ve been able to be children fck the volturie

why the hel is jessica the fucking valedinact ion? it should’ve been bella they made her seem so damn smart but now she’s not theo ne? i don’ beliee it. but anna kendrick is a gift and now i wanna watch ptiche perfect. CHARLIE is so pure he deserved better and i’m gona kep saying it.

i love those fucking rose colored lamps hanging at the cullens house int he window at hte party scene can anyone link them to me i need? 

why the hell is the wolfpack athe cullesn hosue? this doesnt make sense and it doesn’t seem real am i too drunk and imabginf this?

jno wait it’s real. jake’s appolgoizng.

how fucking conventinet the woflpakc is there hwen alice realizes there abotu to be attacked. this aint realistc. bitc.

why are these kids being forces to act like audls? “I wans;t asking for permission” hoe you’re like 16 go home and go tib ed and odnt go to war.

these woflies gonan kick yo ass edward get tf out

i’m laughign nrow but nothigng funy is happening lmaoooo

fck carlisle is really hot as fuck his jawline kills me

i hate jasper’s hair here i’m sorry i know we all lovehim bt heis hair is a dam nmess

belal is so fuckign negative all the time no one is gonan get killed exceptsvictoris

THE COWBOOIIIII WHY DOES HE LOOKS LIKE OWNE WILSON IN THIS DAMN LIGHTIN? ALICE AND JASPER LOVE EACH TOHER SO MUCH MY APLOGIZKE MAAM FCK IT UP.

why thfe fuck is hake comparing his situaton with leah and sam and emily? We are nto the same hoe wae are not the same. bella is choosing edward sit yo ass down. but i still thin kyall are both problemastic as fuck in thos movie and hse deserves better.

CHARLIES DESEVRS  BTETER THEY KEEP LYIGN EVEN WHEN THEY DUCKGN DONT NEED TO

reblog if you thought edward and bella wre gona fuc, when she went over to his house in eclipse when yo ufirst read the book or saw the movue

he really oes love her a lot though fkcn i’m so alone 

 he looks si sad wgen he mentind ices tea on the porch poor edward

EVERY DANM MOMENR OF FOREVER BITCG I WANT  LOVE LIK THST 

LITERALLY THIS IS THE SUTPEIDEST PLOT EVER. A WHOLE FUCKIN ARMY TOO ATTACK ONE IGRL? BITCH. THIS AINT EVEM A THING. 

im gettign ral tired yall dik if i waill mke it to the end of this movie but i will tru

i hate the enrgey from jae and efard in this tent. ya’ll are both dumb hoes and she could do better than either ofy ou. 

WRHAT THE FUCK FASTER IF YOUR TOOK YORU CLOTHS OFF BITCH WHAT THE FUCK NOW I AM GONNA FUCKIN PUNCH YOU IB HOEP BELLA OUBCHES YOU WHEN SHES A VMAPRIE STUPID HOE 16 YEAR OLD SHOULD BE AT HOME IN BED INSTEAD OF IN A TENT TRYING TO FIGH A FCUKCN WAR

edward is such an emo boi in the tent and he thinsk she doesn;t lve him any more. yo ua stipiud hoe edearf but she still loves you anwyab ithc.

wheb edward said i’m not gonna force her into naythign ever agin i realized he was hte better man good for you eddie you fickun manned up you win

MY REASON FOR ESXITNST HOE I JST WNAT TO BE LOVED

now edwards bene a fuckboi again trying to hurt jake b ymaking sure he knew they were getting maried edward what the fuck iw was just starting to be on your side agian and you let me down like this

jacob is beign an emo boi now jake go be a child @ home and stop this nonsense you’re not a man go be a chid and take a nap and eat some grilled cheese youkk feel better

now she told him she wants to kiss him wtf bella don’t kead this bitch on he’s already in pain let hom gp home and eat a grilled cheese

mow bella’ supsetti spaghetti because edwards know she kissed jake

this shit is so unenecasialr dramtic wht the fuck yall  like a whole army ofver one girl and then its like all everyboyd trying kill everybody this is bulshittheyre all children who should eb at home eating grileld chesses not at war

victoria is a real bitch lying to this boy telling hin she lvoes him hoe bitch

og shit efward ifs pissed now he’s tauntign ab ithc

i acutaly kinda fel bad for riley he wnet through so mcuh and was manipulated i wish the cullens could have adopted him and bree

oshit is the volutire 

SAM DONT FUCKUGN TALK TO LEAH LIKE THAT EVER AGIAN YOU HOE

CARLISE AND I REPEAT AGAIB IS HOT AS FUCK FUCK CARLISRL

I LITERALLY AHTE THE VOLTURIE FOR KILLIGN VREE THEY WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN

JASPER KNOWS WHATS GOOD HE DOESN’T TURST THESE HOES

I’M SO PISEED THAT THE CULLENS NEVER FUCKING IFHT THE VOLTURIE LIKE CARLISLES IS SMART AS FUCK AND EHS TILL WONT START A DEMOCRAY LIKE YALL KNOW ROSLAIE WOULDVE FOGUHT FOR THAT SHIT TOO

 I LVOE YOUDADY CARLISLE

THIS 16 YEAR OLD LYING UP HERE BECAUSE OF TE DUMBASS WAR I TOLD YALL TO GO GOEN AND EA A GRILELD CHEDWE

poor jakie he knows hed better good for her but she reallys loves eward jake deserved better than what he got reblog is youf agree he jst said he’s even love her after she’s a vamprie bruh go eat a grilled chease and love yourself

WERE BACK IN THE FUCKING MEADOW ITS LIT AND ITS LOVELY I WANNA FALL IN LOVE IN A MEADOW WITH A HANDAOME MYSTERIOUS MAN WHO LOVES ME UNCODNITONATLY

KIRSTNE STEQARD IS THE WBEST AND SHE DESERVED AN OSCAR FOR THIS MOVIE HER AND NIKKI REED AND NODBOYD ELSE

fianlly this bitch is gonna beh onest with chalrie took you long enough

that was an anticlamtnc ending but i love love

[thetiredbiwrites]

I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone Pt.3

Peter x sister!Reader Bucky x Reader

Summary: Peter finally convinces reader to tell Bucky about the baby

A/N: So.. I’m finally posting. Sorry it’s taken like a month to do this. End of summer work season was madness and I’ve just started back at Uni doing a masters after a year off (why the fuck have done this to myself? 😱😂). I also struggled with the last half of this but I’ve done what I can 😅

onechaoticbitch Yes, Bucky must know and now he does! :) @mad4oak  ‘spawn’ 🤣🤣  @raindancer2004 @onlythedustoftherabiola @galacticstxrdust (thanks for commenting guys)

Part 1  Part 2

Words: 1830

You answered every question Peter had for the next two hours, work completely forgotten. He really did want to know everything. Well, not everything.

“You know you need to tell him, right?”

The tone got serious. You knew he was right. You had to tell Bucky, you couldn’t avoid him forever. Aside from the fact that you work/live in the same building, you couldn’t do it. You’d already avoided him for the last week and it was breaking you, you missed him.

“I know I do. But…I’m scared, Peter.”

Your voice got tight and you could feel your eyes burning, tears building. Telling Bucky was a terrifying thought. You couldn’t help the questions and fears that ran through your head. Bucky had adjusted amazingly over the last two years- a year in Wakanda before moving to the compound- but on occasion he still doubted himself. He still didn’t think he deserved all the good things he now had and was still worried he would hurt someone.

What if he didn’t want this? What if this set him back and undid the work he’d done? What if he left? Did he even want kids? Did he want them with you? Did he want you?

You were scared for him and yourself. Your worries and insecurities growing with each day. A new thought would pop up and stop you from replying to his texts or answering his calls.

“What are you scared of? Sounds like you guys really love each other.”

“But what if he doesn’t want this? What if he doesn’t want me?”

Your head dropped, looking at your lap as you nervously played with your fingers and silent tears slid down your face. In front of you, Peter sat shocked. He couldn’t fathom anyone knowing you and not wanting you in their life. You’ve been insecure since you were a teenager, but over the recent years you had become more confident and seeing you happy made Peter happy.

“Of course, he wants you! He’d be mad if he didn’t. You are the best person I know. You’re a smart, patient, caring, loving, badass, sarcastic, funny and awesome person. You’re amazing and, like the rest of us Parkers, beautiful.”

A small smile rested on your lips as you let out a short laugh, looking up at your brother. He sat with a smile, gesturing to his face with his hands to back up his statement.

Holding your hands in his, your little brother sent you a reassuring smile, “I am like 97% sure that he will not leave you. He is a good man and he clearly loves you. If he betrays that, then he’s in trouble. Aunt May will kick his ass back to the 40’s.”

You both laughed, imaging your Aunt beating the metal-armed, ex-assassin, super-soldier. And she would win.

Peter brushed some hair out of your face before placing a kiss on your forehead. Leaning back, he gave you a comforting smile before handing you your phone and leaving the lab.

--

Pacing the front room of your apartment, you bit your nails and ran your hand through your hair as you had been for the last 45 minutes. After Peter left, you had texted Bucky, asking him to come to your place to talk. He had replied immediately, letting you know he would be there at 8.

It was now 7.56 and you felt like you were going to pass out. Your heart was racing, and your head was screaming. You could only think the worst case. Bucky was going to walk out as soon as you told him.

As the clock ticked 7.59 there was a knocking on your door, freezing you in your tracks. The carpet grateful for a reprieve before you wore a hole straight through. Staring at the door with wide eyes, you took a deep shaking breath, and called for him to come in.

Wringing your hands together you hoped the smile on your face looked normal as Bucky closed the door and walked over to you in three quick strides, planting a quick but sweet kiss on your lips.“I’ve missed you. Are you ok? I haven’t heard from you in days.”

Bucky’s hands stayed on your arms, thumbs rubbing gentle circles, a habit he didn’t even realise he did but always calmed you. The warm look on his face, graced with a small smile and loving eyes made you melt. Everything about him screamed love for you and you hoped you weren’t imagining it as it gave you some confidence to tell him.

“Yeah, I’m ok, I just- I have to- I ne-“ you sighed, briefly closing your eyes before taking a deep breath. “Can we sit and talk?”

You gestured to the couch and Bucky nodded, looking both worried about this talk and concerned for you.

You sat in silence for what felt like hours but in reality was only 3 minutes. Playing with your fingers and looking into your lap, scared to look at Bucky even though you could feel his eyes on you, you tried to find the right words.

“Doll, you’re scaring me.” Bucky hesitantly spoke up, you were uncharacteristically quiet. You always had something to say, something to talk to him about. He could, would and has listened to you for hours, not always sure what you were talking about. Unless you were in the lab and concentrating on something, you could out-talk your brother.

“You know you tell me anything, right? You said you wanted to talk but you haven’t said-“

“I’m pregnant.” You cut Bucky off. So quietly you were surprised he heard you.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant” you repeated, louder but with a trembling voice. Your eyes burned, tears building, heart pounding deafeningly in your ears as you await his reaction.

His face held pure shock. Frozen with wide, unblinking eyes and mouth slightly ajar, you couldn’t get a read on him.

“Bucky-?”

“Pregnant?” his voice so quiet you only just caught it. His eyes flitted down to your stomach and back up to your face before he promptly stood up, a shaky had running through his hair.

“Oh my-. Pregnant. She’s pregnant. A baby-“ Bucky started talking to himself under his breath as he paced, not looking at you, while hands ran through his hair and over his face.“I can’t… I can’t have… I’m not… baby… father…”

You caught less and less of his conversation with himself as your own emotions bubbled over. He didn’t want this. He was going to leave. You were going to be alone. Your whole body shook as tears cascaded down your cheeks, lips trembling as you continued wringing your hands together, fingers gripping each other tightly.

Bucky stopped mid-sentence as a quiet sniffle and sharp intake of breath broke through his bubble. He snapped towards you, still in place on the couch, head down and hair curtaining your face, but he still knew you were crying, trying not to make a sound and start bawling. His heart broke looking at you and he promptly took his seat again.“Doll-“

You took a sharp breath, quickly wiping your tears, shaking your head and looking at him with a small smile you prayed didn’t look too forced. “It’s ok. It’s a lot, I know. It’s a big responsibility, we never talked about this. It’s a lot to ask and I never-“

You were cut off as Bucky place his hands over yours, stopping your assault on your hands as you dug your nails into your palms. Looking up at his face, his eyebrows were furrowed, eyes glued to you.

“You think I’m going to leave?” his quiet voice indignant at the insinuation.

“Well, I just-I. You, you might not, want this, or be ready. I know you’re still adjusting, and a baby is a big thing. I don’t want to put you in a bad position or pressure you. It’s a lot to ask and expect after everything you’ve been through. You’d also be stuck with me and I don’t want you to-“

“Stop.” His voice was firm but held no malice or anger. He moved closer to you, keeping one hand on yours, he used the other to lift your chin up, his thumb gently gliding over your bottom lip before holding your chin in place, preventing you from looking away.

“I’m not going anywhere. Ever. It is big. It’s huge and I’m not ready. But is anyone really ready? Are you?”

His hand moved to cup your cheek as he wiped away a tear. You leaned into his touch, not taking your eyes off him. “But just because I’m scared, and I have a list of worries the length of my arm, and growing, doesn’t mean I don’t want this. Meeting you is by far the best thing that has ever happened to me. I never thought I’d find someone like you. I’m far more adjusted and comfortable here because of you. I’ve been able to see a future for myself because of you and in every version is you. I wouldn’t be ‘stuck’ with you, doll. I want you. Both of you.”

He leaned in and kissed you, slowly and filled with love. You could taste the salt of your tears that ran freely down your face. Foreheads touching and eyes closed he whispered an ‘I love you’.

Looking at him through teary eyes you whispered back an ‘I’m sorry’. Leaning back, Bucky sent you a small, genuine smile as he moved a piece of hair out of your face.

“I shouldn’t have assumed. That wasn’t fair of me. I just got scared and irrational. I’m not ready either and I didn’t even know if you wanted kids or me in your life forever, we still haven’t even told the others we’re dating and-“

“That is irrational. Definitely ridiculous. You clearly need me to stay because you don’t realise how great you are. I need to be here to stop those thoughts from taking over and prove to you that you are perfect.”

Smiling, you looked away slightly. Bucky had been complimenting you and telling you how beautiful, or smart, or funny etc. you were since you met, but you still got shy. Some days you still found it unbelievable, but Bucky always made sure to make you feel like the most important person. He was always genuine and made you feel loved. How could you have doubted him?

“No one’s perfect” you muttered.

“Well you are pretty damn close.” He smiled, blue eyes taking in your face before he placed a kiss on your forehead.

You both rested back on the sofa, your head on Bucky’s chest as he ran his metal fingers through your hair, his other hand resting on your not-yet-showing stomach.

“Guess our secret relationship is over, we’ll have to tell everyone now.”

“Peter already knows.”

 “Of course he does” Bucky laughed, planting a kiss to the top of your head.

[johannesviii]

Top 10 Personal Favorite Hit Songs from 2006

17 to 18 years old. First to second university year, studying History. Another slightly chaotic year, to be honest.

It’s yet another great year for hits, even if 2005 and 2007 are both even better.

Disclaimers:

Keep in mind I’m using both the year-end top 100 lists from the US and from France while making these top 10 things. There’s songs in English that charted in my country way higher than they did in their home countries, or even earlier or later, so that might get surprising at times.

Of course there will be stuff in French. We suck. I know. It’s my list. Deal with it.

My musical tastes have always been terrible and I’m not a critic, just a listener and an idiot.

I have sound to color synesthesia which justifies nothing but might explain why I have trouble describing some songs in other terms than visual ones.

At this point it was beginning to be clear that my mother wanted me out of the appartment as quickly as possible so staying at home was becoming more and more unpleasant. I basically spent most of my day outside or at the library when I wasn’t in class, then ate dinner and slept at home. I had a few friends at university but was very unpopular (by the start of the second year, my nickname was “the hobo”, mostly because I was always wearing the same old black coat and bad jeans, but also because I liked to fish for coins under vending machines cause I had next to no money). I also had a brief but extremely bad relationship that year, which ended with me punching the dude back after he punched me between two classes near the end of the year.

While making these lists I found a tape labelled “spring 2006″ and nothing else. I think it’s one of the last tapes I ever made.

After listening to it, it contained:

Mr Brightside (The Killers) (who’s surprised?)

Crazy, by Seal, but sung by a woman. No idea who that is. (Edit: Alanis Morissette! thank you purplecyborgnewt)

Alice & June (Indochine)

You And Me (Lifehouse)

A couple of seconds of Precious, Depeche Mode

Oui (Zazie)

Precious (Depeche Mode) again. A radio host states it’s the n°15 favorite song on Europe 2 that week, whichever week that was.

City of Blinding Lights (U2)

Nolwenn Ohwo (Nolwenn Leroy)

Fragment of Song to Say Goodbye (Placebo), then the entire song.

The ending of Talk (Coldplay), followed by another fragment of Talk

Juste Après (Fredericks, Goldman & Jones)

Talk (Coldplay), this time in its entirety (I can still smell the frustration more than 13 years away)

Broken (Seether)

Enjoy the Silence 2004 (Depeche Mode)

Fragment of Missing (Evanescence), followed by nearly the entire song

Jeune et Con (Saez)

A bit of a radio show I found funny

An obscure remix of Sans Contrefaçon (Mylène Farmer).

So yeah, I stopped making tapes around that time. I also only bought two cd singles that year.

Just like the previous year, some of my favorite albums from that year have exactly zero singles elligible for this list. They are Alice & June by Indochine, and Meds by Placebo. The worst part? One of the best songs on Indochine’s album is a goddamn duet with Brian Molko from Placebo. It’s called Pink Water and it’s great. Please listen to it if you don’t know it yet. What can I say, I’m a weak and simple person, I hear a duet between two singers I adore, and I die instantly.

Anyway. Meds is kind of underrated as far as Placebo’s discography goes and I’m especially fond of Infrared, which was one of the songs of the year for me. Indochine’s Alice & June, meanwhile, is a concept double album about two girls making a suicide pact. It’s a bit of a mess and it’s not as tight as Paradize was but it’s still really, really good for the most part. The first eponymous single should have been elligible. But it isn’t. I’m sad.

On to the honorable mentions!

So Sick (Ne-Yo) - Usually this kind of music just sounds bland to me, but that one was really pleasant.

Miracle (Cascada) - Not as good as Everytime we touch. Still a lot of fun.

Smack That (Akon) - This shouldn’t be this catchy.

Pump It (Black Eyed Peas) - Same here.

Living On Video (Pakito) - I only just now realised this was a cover. What the hell.

SOS (Rihanna) - Not her best song. Still good.

L’Amour N’est Rien (Mylène Farmer) - Really funny lyrics, meh song.

World Hold On (Bob Sinclar) - Stay tuned for more.

Hips Don’t Lie (Shakira) - Song of the summer, whether you liked it or not. Fortunately, I liked it a lot.

Chasing Cars (Snow Patrol) - Very pleasant.

SexyBack (Justin Timberlake) - That beat is just incredible.

Call Me When You’re Sober (Evanescence) - I remember Rock Mag finishing their KarmaCode (Lacuna Coil) review with “We hope Evanescence’s next album will be fantastic, because this is their most serious rival yet.” And nope, Evanescence’s album wasn’t nearly as good as KarmaCode. But this song still made the year-end list, while nothing from Lacuna Coil ever crossed over. Our Truth SHOULD have been a huge hit. It had a ton of crossover appeal. One of the biggest musical tragedies of the year right there. Oh well, the Evanescence single is still good though.

Say It Right (Nelly Furtado & Timbaland) - The last cut from the list, and when you’ll see what replaced it, you are going to hate me.

And now, the top ten.

10 - Everytime We Touch (Cascada)

US: #31 / FR: #5

This kicked Nelly Furtado off the list.

I am not sorry, just so you know.

9 - Ridin’ (Chamillionaire)

US: #8 / FR: Not on the list

This is a song about respecting the law and driving at a reasonable speed and cops being mad because they can’t do anything against you. He’s a gangster, just... not doing anything illegal at the moment. I absolutely adore that concept. This is the best.

8 - Crazy (Gnarls Barkley)

US: #7 / FR: #29

I’ve never met someone who disliked this song, and for that reason I have nothing to say about it. It’s just one of these tunes, like Hey Ya, which are too perfect to argue or say anything constructive about them.

7 - Temperature (Sean Paul)

US: #2 / FR: #48

Half of this top ten 10 is made of absolute bangers with untouchable beats and you know what, I really miss that time, mostly because the current charts are morose and depressed (for good reasons, but still). This is no Get Busy, but come on, who can say we need less Sean Paul in our lives? Not me that’s for sure.

By the way, one of the very first videos I saw on (the very new at the time) youtube was a misheard lyrics version of this song. I think you all know which one it is, the original has been deleted but it was reuploaded several times since then.

6 - Rock This Party (Bob Sinclar & Cutee B)

US: Not on the list / FR: #19

You really can’t go wrong with this “Everybody dance now” sample, and this is one seriously kickass song, and yet another banger on a list already full of them. Also, this was possibly the best music video of the entire year, featuring three kids trying to imitate music videos from just about every popular genre. Check it out if you’ve never seen it, it will make your day.

5 - Marly-Gomont (Kamini)

US: Not on the list / FR: #1

Possibly the most unexpected hit song of the decade in my country. Basically, this guy made a rap song about the tiny rural village he was living in, and a funny music video shot on a 100€ budget to show to his friends and family. And it was well written. And it was hilarious, while still being insightful. And it became a viral sensation. And it charted! And suddenly it became the biggest hit of the year.

If you’ve never heard it, here it is. There was no translation available for it on lyricstranslate, so I made an account just to translate it myself. You’re welcome. Please give it a try. It’s great. It was a hit for a good reason, and I promise you the music video is funny even if you don’t speak the language.

4 - Slipping Away/Crier la Vie (Mylène Farmer & Moby)

US: Not on the list / FR: #15

So, uh, earlier in this post I said “What can I say, I’m a weak and simple person, I hear a duet between two singers I adore, and I die instantly.”

This is a duet between Mylène Farmer and Moby, based on a song from Hotel, which, if you recall, I listened to on a loop the previous year.

My poor heart didn’t need this. What did I do to deserve this. What a blessing.

3 - Over My Head (Cablecar) (The Fray)

US: #13 / FR: Not on the list

This was my #1 at some point. Then I realised the version I kept listening to was a punk rock version by A Day To Remember from Punk Goes Pop, and that I had nearly forgotten what the original sounded like. So I listened to it, and it’s still very, very nice, but it’s not quite the same.

I still bought the album, though.

2 - Nolwenn Ohwo (Nolwenn Leroy)

US: Not on the list / FR: #43

I had completely (and I do mean completely) forgotten about this song until I started to check the French year-end top 100 to make this list. Erased from my mind entirely by some sort of MiB neuralyser. And I was like “hang on, wasn’t this a good song? This rings a bell. I used to love it, didn’t I?” (and sure enough, it’s on that 2006 tape I found). So I wrote it down for the honorable mentions, just in case.

Before making the definitive list, I put the song on, and I felt like the critic in Ratatouille having a flashback.

Holy. Shit.

I remembered ALL the lyrics. While listening to it, in under three minutes I successively put it in the 6th spot, then the 4th, and when it ended, it was #2 on the list. I downloaded it and put it back on my mp3 player and on my playlists. I’ve listened to it about 30 times in the past week. It’s so great. How did I ever forget this song existed. I feel so alive.

I never cared about this singer, but this is written by Laurent Voulzy, who’s music I actually love, and he’s firing on all cylinders here. Just listen to it. Please.

It could have easily topped the list if it wasn’t for the most useful and helpful song in the entire year.

1 - Pas le Temps (Faf Larage)

US: Not on the list / FR: #2

I never watched a single episode of Prison Break. This was the French version of the opening song. I don’t even know what happens in the series. I don’t really care.

I. Adore. This song. It’s yet another #1 that helped me a lot.

The beat is untouchable and this rap is actual poetry. Not even remotely kidding. Here’s a part of one of the verses.

Aussi loin que la lumière semble s'éteindre (As far as the light seems to flicker) Seule une étincelle au fond de moi peut l'atteindre (Only the spark hidden inside of me can reach it) (...) Les dés sont jetés, rien n'est joué (the dice is tossed, the game is set) Même le sort retient son souffle piégé dans ce sablier (even fate holds its breath, trapped in this hourglass) J'ai décidé de ne pas être prisonnier (I decided I wouldn’t be a prisoner) J'n'ai que ma vie à offrir si jamais j'échouais (I only have my life to offer if I ever fail) Pas le choix faut y'aller (No choice, let’s go)

The line “pas le choix, faut y aller” (no choice, let’s go) keeps being repeated in the entire song and it’s so, SO motivational. As I said before, 2006 was not as bad as 2003 but it was still a difficult year - at the end of it, I was an adult with no money, very little hope for the future, no diploma yet apart from the highschool one, still trying to NOT become a ball of anger because of a couple of assholes in class, all of this with dysphoria and a mother who wanted to kick me out as soon as possible. And I wanted to win, and punch the world, and say here I come, I’m alive, I survived, better watch out.

Si je dois exceller, tout donner, prendre c'que j'peux (If I need to be the best, give everything, take whatever I can) Si le monde m'appartient restez pas au milieu (If the world is mine, don’t stay in my way) Et si le sort est contre moi c'est tant pis (And if fate is against me, too bad) On fait des plans pour s'en sortir, écoute (We’re making plans to survive, listen) Pas le choix faut y'aller (No choice, let’s go)

This song defined the entire year for me. This was my fight song. Everytime I wanted to give up, it was there to give me a very simple reminder.

No choice. Let’s go.

Next up: here it is, at last, the absolute best hit song of the decade

[razorblade180]

Synergy:SSSN

[Deserts of Vacuo]

*lone buggy on the sand dunes*

Scarlet:*back seat* It’s so hot!!!!! *slumps over*

Sage:*passenger* It’s the desert Scarlet; it’s supposed to be hot.

Scarlet:*staring at the sea of sand a holes* So is it called Shade Academy out of irony? I don’t see a single tree or cloud.

Sun:*driving* Stop complaining already. You’ll cool off once we actually get to civilization. Vacuo is a little unforgiving but if you keep your eyes sharp then it’s a paradise! Trust me, apparently the desert where Blake lives is crazier.

Neptune: *quietly looking out back seat window* figures, everything dealing with Blake is crazier.

........

Sun:*leans over to Sage* Uhh is he mad at me? After we boarded the train he’s been real quiet.

Sage:*shrugs* Maybe he’s just tired. Don’t sweat it too much.

Sun:......

Scarlet:*breaking the tension* So uhh, I bet you’re excited to see what the locals are like. Right Neptune? *nudges him*

Neptune:*small smile* I guess it would be interesting to know what the women her are like.

Scarlet:Don’t forget the men!

Sage:And the food.

Sun:*laughing* The woman are beautiful, the men are awesome *points to himself* obviously, and the food is always refreshing.

Sage:That’s good to hear. I get to eat nice food and watch two of you fail at flirting; again.

Scarlet:Hey! I’m totally going to score. Just you watch!

Neptune:I’m sure some girl out here would love to get to know a city boy.

Sun:Be carful you bozos; the people here are more aggressive than the sand sharks here.

*silence*

Scarlet:The what?

Sun:Sand sharks? They’re grimm that look like sharks but swim through the rock and sand. Some get hu-

Scarlet:Is that why there’s so many holes!?

Sun:*scratches his head* Yeah they’re kinda all over the place in this area. This is the best way to Shade though.

Neptune:*eye twitches* Why the hell did you not mention that!?

Sun:You guys were already hot and irritated! I didn’t need to add want to the negativity to rise. A school of them can trap this buggy.

Neptune:They hunt together!!!!!?

Sun:Calm down before you attract something!

Sage:By any chance does sand shooting in the air mean sand sharks are close?

Sun:*slams on the brakes* don’t tell me...

*everyone sees sand shifting on their right

Sand sharks:*shoot up into the air and dive back into the ground*

Sage:I counted five.

Neptune:Un...believable.

Scarlet:I know I look like a pirate but I don’t mess with sharks!

Sun:Guys keep it together. Five is no big deal; especially with huntsmen like us. This is why I trained you guys up before we even set foot in the desert.

Neptune:So you knew this would happen!?

Sun:I doubted we’d make it there without one brawl. Get excited, we get to strut our stuff! I’ll even let you say the thing. *makes two clones*

Neptune:.....

Sun:*smiling with his clones*

Neptune:*sigh* SYNERGY!!! Roll call!

Sun:Team leader right here! *clones launch him in the air*

Sage:Muscle, right here! *slams swords on the ground*

*sand sharks get launched in the air*

Scarlet:Wild card, right here! *hooks grapple to Sun*

Neptune:*cocks gun* Cool guy, right here. *shoots sharks midair*

SSSN:Together we’re unstoppable!

Sun:*yanks the hook hard* Yoink!

Scarlet:*flies through air and slashes sharks in half* Yo ho ho...

Sage:*catches Sun and Scarlet*

Sun:Woohoo! Up top everyone!

Neptune:.......*walks away*

Sun:Hey! *jumps to the ground* What has been up with you!? We just pulled of an amazing team attack.

Neptune:After defeating an enemy that you chose to keep quiet about. In a place none of us really want to be!

Sun:You don’t want to go Shade? Then why didn’t you say something.

Neptune:Because you don’t listen!

Sage:*dragging scarlet back to the buggy* staying out of this one.

Sun:What!? I do too listen. You could’ve spoken up at enemy time.

Neptune:Like it would matter! My plans would be destroyed from the start.

Sun:Because you don’t think straight unless it’s about women.

Neptune:No! Because you’ll end up going off again and leaving me in the dust!

.........

Sun:I...deserved that. I’ve been an horrible friend. I’m honestly surprised anyone of you even wanted to see me.

Neptune:Dude...I-

Sun:I am a horrible team leader! I said it okay. I know you probably hate me for leaving you guys twice I understa- *tackled by Neptune*

*giant sand shark lunges from below*

Neptune:*why is that one so huge!

Sun:Earlier I tried to tell you guys. Some of those things get as big as airships.

Giant sand shark: *falling towards them*

Sun:We need to mo-huh? *sees hook in it’s mouth*

Scarlet:Catch of the day Sage. Let’s reel it in!

Sage;No problem! *yanks cord*

*sand shark gets pulled away*

Neptune:*helping Sun up* What happened to keeping focus while we’re here.

Sun:Excuse me for getting a bit swept up in an argument with my best friend. He really knows how to push my buttons.

Neptune:*sigh*For the record, no one hates you for leaving and we all know you’re a good friend; it’s just like you to run off and help others. Your leadership needs work but I digress.

Sun:So why are you so grumpy.

Scarlet:*struggling with hook* Are you two really having this talk right now.

Sage:Quiet, they’re finally talking.

Neptune:Ever since you met Blake I’ve been on the back burner it seems. It’s like you found a new partner; someone better.

Sun:Dude, *punches his shoulder* Blake is definitely amazing and I love being around her. That being said, she’s not my best friend or partner: that’s you man. Don’t ever question that.

Neptune:Hehe, man I’ve been really uncool haven’t I *holds out fist*

Sun:Yeah, but that’s when you’re most likable. *fist bumps*

Sage: Looks like you two are finally done acting stupid. *lets go of the cord* heads up you two!

Sun:Ha! Stupid is in our dna! You ready partner?

Neptune:Of course I am!

*Sand Shark diving at them*

Sun and Neptune:*smirks all around* Sea Monkey!!!!